nets, and caught hares. He never, never came back, he had such a
horror of women. As chaste as Melanion, we loathe the jades just as
much as he did.
AN OLD MAN (beginning a brief duet with one of the women)
You dear old woman, I would fain kiss you.
I will set you crying without onions.
And give you a sound kicking.
Ah, ha! what a dense forest you have there!
So was Myronides one of the bushiest of men of this side; his
backside was all black, and he terrified his enemies as much as
CHORUS OF WOMEN (singing)
I want to tell you a fable too, to match yours about Melanion.
Once there was a certain man called Timon, a tough customer, and a
whimsical, a true son of the Furies, with a face that seemed to
glare out of a thorn-bush. He withdrew from the world because he
couldn't abide bad men, after vomiting a thousand curses at them. He
had a holy horror of ill-conditioned fellows, but he was mighty tender