Not till I see you wear
That coronal, and taste the cup to you.
Cyclops. Thou wily traitor!
Silenus.
But the wine is sweet.
Ay, you will roar if you are caught in
drinking.

Cyclops. See now, my lip is clean
and all my beard.

Silenus. Now put your elbow right and drink again.

And in the sun - warm As you see me drink

Cyclops. Guest, take it;-you pour

out the wine for me. Ulysses. The wine is well accustomed to my hand. Cyclops. Pour out the wine! Ulysses. I pour; only be silent. Cyclops. Silence is a hard task to him who drinks.

Ulysses. Take

Ulysses. Vulcan, Etnean king! burn out with fire

The shining eye of this thy neighbouring monster !

And thou, O sleep, nursling of gloomy night,

Descend unmixed on this God-hated beast,

and drink it off; And suffer not Ulysses and his comrades, Returning from their famous Trojan

leave not a dreg.

Oh, that the drinker died with his own draught!

Cyclops. Papai! the vine must be a sapient plant.

Ulysses. If you drink much after a

mighty feast,

toils,

To perish by this man, who cares not either

For God or mortal; or I needs must think

That Chance is a supreme divinity,

Moistening your thirsty maw, you will And things divine are subject to her

power.

Chorus

Soon a crab the throat will seize

Of him who feeds upon his guest,
Fire will burn his lamp-like eyes
In revenge of such a feast!
A great oak stump now is lying
In the ashes yet undying.

Come, Maron, come !
Raging let him fix the doom,
Let him tear the eyelid up
Of the Cyclops-that his cup
May be evil!

Oh! I long to dance and revel
With sweet Bromian, long desired,
In loved ivy wreaths attired;
Leaving this abandoned home-
Will the moment ever come?
Ulysses. Be silent, ye wild things!
Nay, hold your peace,

And keep your lips quite close; dare not to breathe,

Or spit, or e'en wink, lest ye wake the
monster,

Until his eye be tortured out with fire.
Chorus. Nay, we are silent, and we

chaw the air.

Ulysses. Come now, and lend a hand to the great stake Within-it is delightfully red hot. Chorus. You then command who first should seize the stake

To burn the Cyclops' eye, that all may share
In the great enterprise.

Semichorus I.
We are too far,
We cannot at this distance from the door

Thrust fire into his eye.

Semichorus II.

And we just now

Cyclops. Ah me! my eyesight is parched up to cinders.

Chorus. What a sweet pæan! sing

me that again!

Cyclops. Ah me! indeed, what woe has fallen upon me!

Have become lame; cannot move hand But wretched nothings, think ye not to or foot. flee

Chorus. The same thing has occurred Out of this rock; I, standing at the to us, our ankles

outlet,

Are sprained with standing here, I know Will bar the way and catch you as you

Chorus. This I will do with peril of First gave me wine and then burnt out

blithe words.

And blind you with my exhortations, For wine is strong and hard to struggle

Chorus.

You have them.

Near the rock itself. I will descend upon the shore, though

Ulysses. I bid thee weep-consider what I say,

EAGLE! why soarest thou above that
tomb?

I go towards the shore to drive my ship
To mine own land, o'er the Sicilian To what sublime and

wave.

Cyclops. Not so, if whelming you

with this huge stone

home

Floatest thou?

star-ypaven

I am the image of swift Plato's spirit,

I can crush you and all your men to- Ascending heaven-Athens doth inherit

gether;

His corpse below.

His white thigh struck with the white Who will weep not thy dreadful woe, O