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Chorus.

Go!-But what needs this serious haste, O father?

Silenus. I see a Grecian vessel on the coast;

And thence the rowers, with some general,
Approaching to this cave. About their necks
Hang empty vessels, as they wanted food,
And water flasks.-Oh miserable strangers!

Whence come they, that they know not what and who
My master is, approaching in ill hour

The inhospitable roof of Polypheme,

And the Cyclopian jaw-bone, man-destroying?

Be silent, Satyrs, while I ask and hear

Whence coming they arrive the Etnean hill.

Ulysses. Friends, can you show me some clear water spring,

The remedy of our thirst? Will any one

Furnish with food seamen in want of it? . . .

Ha! what is this? We seem to be arrived

At the blithe court of Bacchus ! I observe
This sportive band of Satyrs near the caves.
First let me greet the elder.-Hail!

Silenus.

Hail thou, O stranger! Tell thy country and thy race. Ulysses. The Ithacan Ulysses, and the king Of Cephalonia.

Silenus.

Oh! I know the man,

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Wordy and shrewd, the son of Sisyphus.

Ulysses. I am the same; but do not rail upon me.
Silenus. Whence sailing do you come to Sicily?

Ulysses. From Ilion, and from the Trojan toils.
Silenus. How touched you not at your paternal shore?
Ulysses. The strength of tempests bore me here by force.
Silenus. The selfsame accident occurred to me.
Ulysses. Were you then driven here by stress of weather?
Silenus. Following the pirates who had kidnapped Bacchus.
Ulysses. What land is this, and who inhabit it?
Silenus. Etna, the loftiest peak in Sicily.

Ulysses. And are there walls, and tower-surrounded towns?
Silenus. There are not. These lone rocks are bare of men.
Ulysses. And who possess the land? the race of beasts?
Silenus. Cyclopes, who live in caverns, not in houses.
Ulysses. Obeying whom? or is the state popular?
Silenus. Shepherds: no one obeys any in aught.

Ulysses. How live they? do they sow the corn of Ceres?

Silenus. On milk and cheese, and on the flesh of sheep. Ulysses. Have they the Bromian drink from the vine's stream? Silenus. Ah! no; they live in an ungracious land. Ulysses. And are they just to strangers?-hospitable? Silenus. They think the sweetest thing a stranger brings Is his own flesh.

Ulysses.

What do they eat man's flesh?

Silenus. No one comes here who is not eaten up.

Ulysses. The Cyclops now-where is he? Not at home?
Silenus. Absent on Etna, hunting with his dogs.

Ulysses. Know'st thou what thou must do to aid us hence?
Silenus. I know not: we will help you all we can.
Ulysses. Provide us food, of which we are in want.
Silenus. Here is not anything, as I said, but meat.
Ulysses. But meat is a sweet remedy for hunger.
Silenus. Cow's milk there is, and store of curdled cheese.
Ulysses. Bring out: I would see all before I bargain.
Silenus. But how much gold will you engage to give?
Ulysses. I bring no gold, but Bacchic juice.

Silenus.
Oh joy!
'Tis long since these dry lips were wet with wine.
Ulysses. Maron, the son of the God, gave it me.
Silenus. Whom I have nursed a baby in my arms.
Ulysses. The son of Bacchus, for your clearer knowledge.
Silenus. Have you it now?—or is it in the ship?

Ulysses. Old man, this skin contains it, which you see.
Silenus. Why! this would hardly be a mouthful for me!
Ulysses. Nay, twice as much as you can draw from thence.
Silenus. You speak of a fair fountain, sweet to me.

Ulysses. Would you first taste of the unmingled wine?

Silenus. 'Tis just-tasting invites the purchaser.

Ulysses. Here is the cup, together with the skin.

Silenus. Pour: that the draught may fillip my remembrance. Ulysses. See!

Silenus. Papaiapax! what a sweet smell it has!

Ulysses. You see it then?

Silenus.

By Jove, no! but I smell it.

Ulysses. Taste, that you may not praise it in words only.
Silenus. Babai! Great Bacchus calls me forth to dance!

Joy! joy!

Ulysses. Did it flow sweetly down your throat?

Silenus. So that it tingled to my very nails.

Ulysses. And in addition I will give you gold.

Silenus. Let gold alone. Only unlock the cask.

Ulysses. Bring out some cheeses now, or a young goat.
Silenus. That will I do, despising any master.

Yes, let me drink one cup, and I will give

All that the Cyclopes feed upon their mountains.

Chorus. Ye have taken Troy, and laid your hands on Helen?

Ulysses. And utterly destroyed the race of Priam.

Silenus.

The wanton wretch! She was bewitched to see

The many-coloured anklets and the chain

Of woven gold which girt the neck of Paris,

And so she left that good man Menelaus.
There should be no more women in the world

But such as are reserved for me alone.

See, here are sheep, and here are goats, Ulysses;

Here are unsparing cheeses of pressed milk.

Take them; depart with what good speed ye may;

First leaving my reward, the Bacchic dew

Of joy-inspiring grapes.

Ulysses.

Ah me! Alas!

What shall we do? the Cyclops is at hand!

Old man, we perish! whither can we fly?

Silenus. Hide yourselves quick within that hollow rock.

Ulysses. 'Twere perilous to fly into the net.

Silenus. The cavern has recesses numberless; Hide yourselves quick!

Ulysses.

That will I never do:

How many times

The mighty Troy would be indeed disgraced

If I should fly one man.

Have I withstood with shield immovable

Ten thousand Phrygians!—If I needs must die,

Yet will I die with glory;-if I live,

The praise which I have gained will yet remain.

Silenus. What ho! assistance, comrades! haste, assistance!

The CYCLOPS, SILENUS, ULYSSES; CHORUS.
Cyclops. What is this tumult? Bacchus is not here,
Nor tympanies nor brazen castanets.

How are my young lambs in the cavern? milking
Their dams, or playing by their sides? And is

The new cheese pressed into the bulrush baskets?
Speak! I'll beat some of you till you rain tears!
Look up, not downwards, when I speak to you!

Silenus. See: I now gape at Jupiter himself,
I stare upon Orion and the stars.

Cyclops. Well, is the dinner fitly cooked and laid?
Silenus. All ready, if your throat is ready too.
Cyclops. Are the bowls full of milk besides?
Silenus.

So you may drink a tunful if you will.

O'erbrimming;

Cyclops. Is it ewe's milk, or cow's milk, or both mixed?— Silenus. Both . . either. Only pray don't swallow me. Cyclops. By no means.

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What is this crowd I see beside the stalls?
Outlaws or thieves? for near my cavern home
I see my young lambs coupled two by two
With willow bands; mixed with my cheeses lie
Their implements; and this old fellow here
Has his bald head broken with stripes.

Silenus.

I have been beaten till I burn with fever.

Ah me!

Cyclops. By whom? Who laid his fist upon your head?
Silenus. Those men, because I would not suffer them

To steal your goods.

Cyclops.

Did not the rascals know

I am a God, sprung from the race of heaven?

Silenus. I told them so. But they bore off your things,

And ate the cheese in spite of all I said,

And carried out the lambs: and said moreover
They'd pin you down with a three-cubit collar,
And pull your vitals out through your one eye,

Torture your back with stripes,-then, binding you,
Throw you as ballast into the ship's hold,
And then deliver you, a slave, to move

Enormous rocks, or found a vestibule.

Cyclops. In truth? Nay, haste, and place in order quickly

The cooking-knives, and heap upon the hearth,

And kindle it, a great faggot of wood.

As soon as they are slaughtered, they shall fill
My belly, broiling warm from the live coals,

Or boiled and seethed within the bubbling caldron.

I am quite sick of the wild mountain game;
Of stags and lions I have gorged enough,
And I grow hungry for the flesh of men.

Silenus. Nay, master, something new is very pleasant
After one thing for ever, and of late

Very few strangers have approached our cave.

Ulysses. Hear, Cyclops, a plain tale on the other side.
We, wanting to buy food, came from our ship

Into the neighbourhood of your cave, and here
This old Silenus gave us in exchange

These lambs for wine, the which he took and drank;
And all by mutual compact, without force.

There is no word of truth in what he says,

For slily he was selling all your store.
Silenus. I? May you perish, wretch—
Ulysses.

If I speak false!

Silenus. Cyclops, I swear by Neptune who begot thee, By mighty Triton and by Nereus old,

Calypso and the glaucous Ocean Nymphs,

The sacred waves and all the race of fishes-
Be these the witnesses, my dear sweet master,
My darling little Cyclops, that I never
Gave any of thy stores to these false strangers!
If I speak false, may those whom most I love,
My children, perish wretchedly!

Chorus.

There stop!

I saw him giving these things to the strangers.
If I speak false, then may my father perish!
But do not thou wrong hospitality.

Cyclops. You lie! I swear that he is juster far
Than Rhadamanthus-I trust more in him.

But let me ask, whence have ye sailed, O strangers?

Who are you? and what city nourished ye?

Ulysses. Our race is Ithacan.- Having destroyed
The town of Troy, the tempests of the sea
Have driven us on thy land, O Polypheme.

Cyclops. What, have ye shared in the unenvied spoil
Of the false Helen, near Scamander's stream?
Ulysses. The same, having endured a woful toil.
Cyclops. Oh basest expedition! Sailed ye not

From Greece to Phrygia for one woman's sake?

Ulysses. 'Twas the God's work—no mortal was in fault.—

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