AESCHYLUS. EURIPIDES. DIONYSUS AES. Nay, I'll not chip and scratch them line by line, Phrase after phrase, but, an Heav'n help my task, Ruin your prologues with -- a pocket-flask. EUR. Mine! with a pocket-flask! AES. But one I ask. They're so composed they'll suffer any tag, Eider-down, pocket-flask, or carpet-bag, In the line's structure. I'll soon show you how. EUR. O @3you@1 will show me? AES. Yes. DION. Recite some now. EUR. 'AEgyptus, this the tale sown far and wide, With fifty sons upon the oar did ride To Argos' shore and . . .' AES. Lost his pocket-flask. DION. (@3puzzled@1) What @3is@1 this flask? There's trouble still in store. Say him another, let me see once more. EUR. 'With wand and fawnskin Dionysus dight Mid the pine torches o'er Parnassus' height Footed the dance and . . .' AES. Lost his pocket-flask. DION. Gracious! The flask has scored another hit. EUR. O there's no need to trouble. Wait a bit, I have a prologue here his flask won't fit. 'Bliss ne'er for man complete in all may be. Either he hath high birth with poverty, Or lowly blood and . . .' AES. Lost his pocket-flask. DION. Euripides -- EUR. Yes? DION. I'm for lowering sail, This pocket-flask will blow a heavy gale. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOST ILLUSIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON OMNIPRESENCE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON WHEN I RISE UP by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SLEEPING TOGETHER by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ELIZABETH CHILDERS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |