Lycinus
He at once went off at score; and I think I can reproduce the effusion: Or like, in Aristaenetus’s hall, Cleanthis, softly nurtured bright princess, Surpassing other beauties virginal, Cythera’s Queen, or Helen’s loveliness, Bridegroom, the best of your contemporaries, Nireus’s and Achilles’ peer, rejoice! While we in hymeneal voluntaries Over the pair keep lifting up our voice.
By the time the laughter that not unnaturally followed had subsided, it was time to pack up our ‘repasts’; Aristaenetus and Eucritus took each his intended portion; Chaereas and I, Ion and Cleodemus, did likewise. But as Zeno was not there, Diphilus expected to come in for his share too. He said everything on that table was his, and disputed possession with the servants. There was a tug of war between them just like that over the body of Patroclus; at last he was worsted and had to let go, to the huge amusement of all, which he heightened by taking the thing as a most serious wrong.
