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Tis thus they feasted on the flesh of oxen,” or something similar, as, for instance, “Everything that could tickle the palate was placed on the table.”

Tis thus they feasted on the flesh of oxen and, tired of warfare, unharnessed their foaming steeds.”

That’s splendid; tired of warfare, they seat themselves at table; sing, sing to us how they still go on eating after they are satiated.

“The meal over, they girded themselves ”

With good wine, no doubt?

with armour and rushed forth from the towers, and a terrible shout arose.”

Get you gone, you little scapegrace, you and your battles! You sing of nothing but warfare. Who is your father then?

My father?

Why yes, your father.

I am Lamachus’ son.

Oh! oh! I could indeed have sworn, when I was listening to you, that you were the son of some warrior who dreams of nothing but wounds and bruises, of some