when we go home; but this is not the stage. Sailors. Ay, ay, sir. 1st Sailor. I'm in as good form as calf's-foot jelly, and as frisky as a pyramid. 2nd Sailor. And I'm as strong as water, and stiffer a deal than grog. Scaramouch. Ha! ha! very fine indeed. Now, truss him up and away. Do you hear? stop that acting. Sailors. Ay, ay, sir. 1st Sailor. Acting? I call it doing nothing. 2nd Sailor. I can't even scratch my head. Scaramouch [draws his sword]. Death, distinctly, if you do not leap your own height when I count three. One, two---- [Silenus makes passes and they leap. Scaramouch [sheathes his sword]. Back to thy bed, bright babe of Birmingham! Arrest the god. [The Sailors advance, but are again mesmerised by Silenus. Sea lubbers, dare you rouse me further? Sailors. Ay, ay, sir. Scaramouch [draws his sword]. Homer and homicide, then die! [Silenus mesmerises Scaramouch just as his sword pricks 1st Sailor. 1st Sailor. Do not prolong my agony: run me through at once: the point pricks me, sir: in or out, one or other. Scaramouch. Magic and mastodons, I can do neither! Great Bacchus, is this a trick or no? Silenus. That depends on you, good Scarabee. If you consent to ship all my friends, it is a trick; but if you do not, you will find it a serious matter to stand there till you rot. Scaramouch. Every mother's son and daughter of them--the whole island, anything you like. This power of yours is worth a kingdom. [Silenus releases them. Silenus. Embark Ariadne in the boat you have, and send back others for the rest. Tow this egg-shell shallop with you: it is precious: its workmanship is divine. Scaramouch. Ariadne! Silenus. Yes; that is she. Scaramouch. Shiver my timbers! this will be the greatest combination on record. Silenus. Columbine, attend your mistress. Columbine. Mistress Ariadne, I am to be your waiting-maid. Ione. I am not Ariadne. Glaucus [aside to Ione]. You are! you must be! Don't you see this is Bacchus, and the dumb fellow an impostor. Bacchus says he's not Endymion. Ione [aside to Glaucus]. It was I called him Endymion. He's no impostor. Glaucus [aside to Ione]. Don't argue.--Great Bacchus, Ariadne is a little bashful as becomes a maiden honoured with the attention of your godship. Silenus. What are you? Glaucus. Her father--at least I have been so for eighteen years. I begin to doubt whether she be my child or no, since your godship perceives that she is Ariadne--a fact which I recognised the moment you mentioned it; and since certain quakings have overcome my being, revealing to me that this lodgment of clay is, as it were, a long-slumbering volcano, about to waken into full and luminous godhood. Silenus. Know then, that she is not your child; she is a king's daughter. Glaucus. Princess Ariadne, I beseech you humbly to pardon any trouble I may have given you as a father.