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Come, my dear friend, come and accept my kisses. Tell me, Hermes, my master, do you think it would hurt me to fuck her a little, after so long an abstinence?

No, not if you swallow a potion of penny-royal afterwards. But hasten to lead Theoria to the Senate; ’twas there she lodged before.

Oh! fortunate Senate! Thanks to Theoria, what soups you will swallow for the space of three days! how you will devour meats and cooked tripe! Come, farewell, friend Hermes!

And to you also, my dear sir, may you have much happiness, and don’t forget me.

Come, beetle, home, home, and let us fly on a swift wing.

Oh! he is no longer here.

Where has he gone to then?

He is harnessed to the chariot of Zeus and bears the thunderbolts.

But where will the poor wretch get his food?