CYCLOPS. I say 'twas Nobody Who blinded me. CHORUS. Why then, you are not blind! CYCLOPS. I wish you were as blind as I am. You jeer me; where, I ask, is Nobody? Nowhere, O Cyclops CHORUS. CYCLOPS. It was that stranger ruined me:-the wretch First gave me wine, and then burnt out my eye, For wine is strong and hard to struggle with. Have they escaped, or are they yet within? CHORUS. They stand under the darkness of the rock, CYCLOPS. Ah! I am mocked! They jeer me in my ills. CHORUS. Not there! he is a little there beyond you. CYCLOPS. Detested wretch ! where are you? ULYSSES. Far from you I keep with care this body of Ulysses. CYCLOPS. What do you say? You proffer a new name. ULYSSES. My father named me so; and I have taken I should have done ill to have burned down Troy, CYCLOPS. Ai! ai! the ancient oracle is accomplished; ULYSSES. I bid thee weep-consider what I say, I go towards the shore to drive my ship CYCLOPS. Not so, if whelming you with this huge stone I can crush you and all your men together: I will descend upon the shore, though blind, Groping my way adown the steep ravine. CHORUS. And we, the shipmates of Ulysses now, Will serve our Bacchus all our happy lives. EPIGRAMS. SPIRIT OF PLATO. FROM THE GREEK. EAGLE! why soarest thou above that tomb? I am the image of swift Plato's spirit, FROM THE GREEK. A MAN who was about to hang himself, |