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Now, get up for one moment.

But I tell you, our friend here is up—all stiff and ready!

Would you like me to scent you?

No, by Apollo, no, please!

Yes, by Aphrodité, but I will, whether you wish it or no.

Ah! great Zeus, may she soon be done!

Hold out your hand; now rub it in.

Oh! in Apollo’s name, I don’t much like the smell of it; but perhaps ’twill improve when it’s well rubbed in. It does not somehow smack of the marriage bed!

There, what a scatterbrain I am; if I have not brought Rhodian perfumes!

Never mind, dearest, let be now.

Your are joking!

Deuce take the man who first invented perfumes, say I!