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Thank you, we'll do it here, that you may witness

Exactly what he says. (To ) Put down your bundle,

And mind you tell the truth.

I warn all present,

To torture me is an illegal act,

Being immortal! And whoever does so

Must take the consequences.

Why, who are you?

The immortal Dionysus, son of Zeus;

And this my slave.

You hear his protest?

All the more reason, that, for whipping him;

If he's a real immortal he won't feel it.

Well, but you claim to be immortal too;

They ought to give you just the same as me.

That's fair enough. All right; whichever of us

You first find crying, or the least bit minding

Your whip, you're free to say he's no true god.