Cyclops: A difficult task when a man is deep in his cups.
Odysseus: Here, take and drink it off; leave none. Thou must be silent
and only give in when the liquor does.
Cyclops: God wot! it is a clever stock that bears the grape.
Odysseus: Aye, and if thou but swallow plenty of it after a plentiful
meal, moistening thy belly till its thirst is gone, it will throw
thee into slumber; but if thou leave aught behind, the Bacchic god
will parch thee for it.
Cyclops: Ha! ha! what a trouble it was getting out! This is pleasure
unalloyed; earth and sky seem whirling round together; I see the throne
of Zeus and all the godhead's majesty. Kiss thee! no! There are the
Graces trying to tempt me. I shall rest well enough with my Ganymede
here; yea, by the Graces, right fairly; for I like lads better than
the wenches.
Silenus: What! Cyclops, am I Ganymede, Zeus's minion?
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