SILENUS: 
Ah me! 205
I have been beaten till I burn with fever.

CYCLOPS: 
By whom?  Who laid his fist upon your head?

SILENUS: 
Those men, because I would not suffer them
To steal your goods.

CYCLOPS: 
Did not the rascals know
I am a God, sprung from the race of Heaven? 210

SILENUS: 
I told them so, but they bore off your things,
And ate the cheese in spite of all I said,
And carried out the lambs—­and said, moreover,
They’d pin you down with a three-cubit collar,
And pull your vitals out through your one eye, 215
Furrow your back with stripes, then, binding you,
Throw you as ballast into the ship’s hold,
And then deliver you, a slave, to move
Enormous rocks, or found a vestibule.

NOTE: 
216 Furrow B.; Torture (evidently misread for Furrow) 1824.

CYCLOPS: 
In truth?  Nay, haste, and place in order quickly
The cooking-knives, and heap upon the hearth, 221
And kindle it, a great faggot of wood.—­
As soon as they are slaughtered, they shall fill
My belly, broiling warm from the live coals,
Or boiled and seethed within the bubbling caldron. 225
I am quite sick of the wild mountain game;
Of stags and lions I have gorged enough,
And I grow hungry for the flesh of men.

SILENUS: 
Nay, master, something new is very pleasant
After one thing forever, and of late 230
Very few strangers have approached our cave.

ULYSSES: 
Hear, Cyclops, a plain tale on the other side. 
We, wanting to buy food, came from our ship
Into the neighbourhood of your cave, and here
This old Silenus gave us in exchange 235
These lambs for wine, the which he took and drank,
And all by mutual compact, without force. 
There is no word of truth in what he says,
For slyly he was selling all your store.

SILENUS: 
I?  May you perish, wretch—­

ULYSSES: 
If I speak false! 240

SILENUS: 
Cyclops, I swear by Neptune who begot thee,
By mighty Triton and by Nereus old,
Calypso and the glaucous Ocean Nymphs,
The sacred waves and all the race of fishes—­
Be these the witnesses, my dear sweet master, 245
My darling little Cyclops, that I never
Gave any of your stores to these false strangers;—­
If I speak false may those whom most I love,
My children, perish wretchedly!

CHORUS: 
There stop! 
I saw him giving these things to the strangers. 250
If I speak false, then may my father perish,
But do not thou wrong hospitality.