Seize the dog-stealer, bind him, pinion him,
Drag him to justice
Somebody's going to catch it.
XANTHIAS (striking out)
Hands off! away! stand back!
Eh? You're for fighting.
Ho! Ditylas, Sceblyas, and Pardocas,
Come hither, quick; fight me this sturdy knave.
Now isn't it a shame the man should strike
And he a thief besides?
A monstrous shame!
A regular burning shame!
By the Lord Zeus,
If ever I was here before, if ever
I stole one hair's-worth from you, let me die!
And now I'll make you a right noble offer,
Arrest my lad: torture him as you will,
And if you find I'm guilty, take and kill me.
Torture him, how?
In any mode you please.
Pile bricks upon him: stuff his nose with acid:
Flay, rack him, hoist him; flog him with a scourge
Of prickly bristles: only not with this,
A soft-leaved onion, or a tender leek.
A fair proposal. If I strike too hard
And maim the boy, I'll make you compensation.
I shan't require it. Take him out and flog him.
Nay, but I'll do it here before your eyes.
Now then, put down the traps, and mind you speak
The truth, young fellow.
DIONYSUS (in agony)
Man' don't torture me!
I am a god. You'll blame yourself hereafter
If you touch me.
Hillo! What's that you are saying?
I say I'm Bacchus, son of Zeus, a god,
And he's the slave.
You hear him?
Hear him? Yes.
All the more reason you should flog him well.
For if he is a god, he won't perceive it.
Well, but you say that you're a god yourself.
So why not you be flogged as well as I?
A fair proposal. And be this the test,
Whichever of us two you first behold
Flinching or crying out-he's not the god.