Perde 1
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Then you would have Venus to be sick outright.
PHAEDROMUS
Here, boy, give me the bowl.
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PALINURUS
What are you going to do?
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PHAEDROMUS
You’ll know directly. An old hag is in the habit of sleeping here, as the keeper of the door; the name of the Procuress is Much-bibber and Neat-bibber.
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PALINURUS
Just as you would speak of a flagon, in which Chian wine Chian wine: Chios, now Scio, in the Aegean Sea, produced the choicest wine, which was the only wine of Greece that did not require to be mixed with sea-water, to correct acidity and increase its durability. is wont to be.
PHAEDROMUS
What need is there of words? She is a most vinous soul;
and the very moment that I’ve sprinkled this door with the wine, she knows by the smell that I’m here, and opens it forthwith.
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PALINURUS
Is it for her the bowl is brought with the wine?
PHAEDROMUS
Unless you object.
PALINURUS
I’ faith, I do object; for I’d rather have it broken about him who has brought it. I fancied it was brought for ourselves.
PHAEDROMUS
Why don’t you hold your tongue?
If any’s left after her, it will be enough for ourselves.
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PALINURUS
What river is it, pray, that the sea does not receive?
PHAEDROMUS
Follow me this way, Palinurus, to the door; do you be obedient to me.
PHAEDROMUS
Come, drink, you joyous door, quaff on, readily prove propitious unto me.
PALINURUS
Door, would you like some olives or a tit-bit, or some capers?
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PHAEDROMUS
Arouse and send out here to me your portress.
PALINURUS
You’re spilling the wine; what matter is it that possesses you? (Takes hold of his arm.)
PHAEDROMUS
Let me alone. Don’t you see? This most joyous door is opening; does the hinge make a bit of creaking? ’Tis a charming one.
