CHORUS. 'Tis now your cue, since you have resumed the dress, to act the brave and to throw terror into your glance, thus recalling the god whom you represent. But if you play your part badly, if you yield to any weakness, you will again have to load your shoulders with the baggage. XANTHIAS. Friends, your advice is good, but I was thinking the same myself; if there is any good to be got, my master will again want to despoil me of this costume, of that I am quite certain. Ne'ertheless, I am going to show a fearless heart and shoot forth ferocious looks. And lo! the time for it has come, for I hear a noise at the door. AEACUS (_to his slaves_). Bind me this dog-thief,[446] that he may be punished. Hurry yourselves, hurry! DIONYSUS. This is going to turn out badly for someone. XANTHIAS. Look to yourselves and don't come near me. AEACUS. Hah! you would show fight! Ditylas, Sceblyas, Pardocas,[447] come here and have at him! DIONYSUS. Ah! you would strike him because he has stolen! XANTHIAS. 'Tis horrible! DIONYSUS. 'Tis a revolting cruelty! XANTHIAS. By Zeus! may I die, if I ever came here or stole from you the value of a pin! But I will act nobly; take this slave, put him to the question, and if you obtain the proof of my guilt, put me to death. AEACUS. In what manner shall I put him to the question? XANTHIAS. In every manner; you may lash him to the wooden horse, hang him, cut him open with scourging, flay him, twist his limbs, pour vinegar down his nostrils, load him with bricks, anything you like; only don't beat him with leeks or fresh garlic.[448] AEACUS. 'Tis well conceived; but if the blows maim your slave, you will be claiming damages from me. XANTHIAS. No, certainly not! set about putting him to the question. AEACUS. It shall be done here, for I wish him to speak in your presence. Come, put down your pack, and be careful not to lie. DIONYSUS. I forbid you to torture me, for I am immortal; if you dare it, woe to you! AEACUS. What say you? DIONYSUS. I say that I am an immortal, Dionysus, the son of Zeus, and that this fellow is only a slave. AEACUS (_to Xanthias_). D'you hear him? XANTHIAS. Yes. 'Tis all the better reason for beating him with rods, for, if he is a god, he will not feel the blows. DIONYSUS (_to Xanthias_). But why, pray, since you also claim to be a god, should you not be beaten like myself? XANTHIAS (_to Aeacus_). That's fair. Very well then, whichever of us two you first see crying and caring for the blows, him believe not to be a god. AEACUS. 'Tis spoken like a brave fellow; you don't refuse what is right. Strip yourselves. XANTHIAS. To do the thing fairly, how do you propose to act? AEACUS. Oh! that's easy. I shall hit you one after the other. XANTHIAS. Well thought of. AEACUS. There! (_He strikes Xanthias_.) XANTHIAS. Watch if you see me flinch. AEACUS. I have already struck you. XANTHIAS. No, you haven't. AEACUS. Why, you have not felt it at all, I think. Now for t'other one.