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Don’t I look like a diviner preparing his mystic fire?

Undoubtedly. Will anything that it behoves a wise man to know escape you? Don’t you know all that a man should know, who is distinguished for his wisdom and inventive daring?

There! the wood catches. Its smoke blinds poor Stilbides. I am now going to bring the table and thus be my own slave.

You have braved a thousand dangers to save your sacred town. All honour to you! your glory will be ever envied.

Hold! here are the legs, place them upon the altar. For myself, I mean to go back to the entrails and the cakes.

I’ll see to those; I want you here.

Well then, here I am. Do you think I have been long?

Just get this roasted. Ah! who is this man, crowned with laurel, who is coming to me?