I've got this up!
Wouldn't you like me to scent you?
No, by Apollo, no, please don't!
Yes, by Aphrodite, but I will, whether you like it or not.
(She goes out again.)
God, I wish she'd hurry up and get through with all this!
MYRRHINE (coming back with a flask of perfume)
Hold out your hand; now rub it in.
Oh! in Apollo's name, I don't much like the smell of it; but
perhaps it will improve when it's well rubbed in. It does not
somehow smack of the marriage bed!
Oh dear! what a scatterbrain I am; if I haven't gone and brought
Never mind, dearest, let it go now.