TRYGAEUS. Wise Homer has also said: "He who delights in the horrors of civil war has neither country nor laws nor home." What noble words! HIEROCLES. Beware lest the kite turn your brain and rob.... TRYGAEUS. Look out, slave! This oracle threatens our meat. Quick, pour the libation, and give me some of the inwards. HIEROCLES. I too will help myself to a bit, if you like. TRYGAEUS. The libation! the libation! HIEROCLES. Pour out also for me and give me some of this meat. TRYGAEUS. No, the blessed gods won't allow it yet; let us drink; and as for you, get you gone, for 'tis their will. Mighty Peace! stay ever in our midst. HIEROCLES. Bring the tongue hither. TRYGAEUS. Relieve us of your own. HIEROCLES. The libation. TRYGAEUS. Here! and this into the bargain (_strikes him_). HIEROCLES. You will not give me any meat? TRYGAEUS. We cannot give you any until the wolf unites with the sheep. HIEROCLES. I will embrace your knees. TRYGAEUS. 'Tis lost labour, good fellow; you will never smooth the rough spikes of the hedgehog.... Come, spectators, join us in our feast. HIEROCLES. And what am I to do? TRYGAEUS. You? go and eat the Sibyl. HIEROCLES. No, by the Earth! no, you shall not eat without me; if you do not give, I take; 'tis common property. TRYGAEUS (_to the servant_). Strike, strike this Bacis, this humbugging soothsayer. HIEROCLES. I take to witness.... TRYGAEUS. And I also, that you are a glutton and an impostor. Hold him tight and beat the impostor with a stick. SERVANT. You look to that; I will snatch the skin from him, which he has stolen from us.[374] Are you going to let go that skin, you priest from hell! do you hear! Oh! what a fine crow has come from Oreus! Stretch your wings quickly for Elymnium.[375]