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Well, I will stay here to help you cajole the man and set his passions aflame. The rest of you, withdraw.

Alas! alas! how I am tortured by spasm and rigid convulsion! Oh! I am racked on the wheel!

Who is this that dares to pass our lines?

It is I.

What, a man?

Yes, no doubt about it, a man!

Begone!

But who are you that thus repulses me?

The sentinel of the day.

By all the gods, call Myrrhiné hither.

Call Myrrhiné hither, quotha? And pray, who are you?

I am her husband, Cinesias, son of Peon.