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Just like my luck.—Why wasn't I on board

At Arginusae? Then I'd let you have it.

Dismount, you rascal.—Here's the door close by

Where I must turn in first—and I on foot! (Knocking.

Porter! Hi, porter! Hi!

Who's knocking there?

More like a mad bull butting at the door,

Whoever he is (seeing ). God bless us, what's all this?

[He examines Dionysus minutely, then chokes with silent emotion.

Boy!

What, sir?

Did you notice?

Notice what?

The man's afraid.

Yes, sir; (aside) afraid you're cracked!

I wouldn't if I possibly could help it:

I'm trying to bite my lips, but all the same (roars with laughter).