182 ARISTOPHANES.

Xan, “Oh, any that you like. You may tie him
to the triangles, or flog him with a cat-o’-nine-tails, or .
pour vinegar into his nostrils, or press him ; in fact,
. do as you please.”

42, “Very good; and if I happen to injure the
fellow, of course I shall be liable to you for the
money.”

Xan. “Never mind about the money; take him
away, and set to work.”

4, « No, no; we'll have it here in your presence.
Now then, my man, put down the baggage, and see
that you tell no lies.”

Bac. “I warn you not to touch me. I’m a god.
After that, if you get into trouble, blame yourself.”

E, “What do you say?”

Bac. “1 say that Iam an immortal god, Bacchus,
son of Zeus. The slave is that fellow there.”

4@. “Do you hear this” (to Xanthias)?

Xan. “Yes; all the more reason for beating him,
Isay. If he is an immortal god, he won't be able to
feel.”

Bac. “Why shouldn’t you be beaten, too, for you're
an immortal god, you say?”

Xan. “That's only fair. Whichever of us shows
any sign of being hurt, you will conclude that he is
not the god.”

45, (to Xanthias). “You really are a very fair-
minded fellow. Strip, both of you.”

Xan. “How will you manage to test us fairly pm