What! we shall really all become rich?
Aye, certainly; you will then be Midases, provided you grow
What joy, what happiness! If what you tell me is true, I long to
CARIO (singing, with appropriate gestures)
And I too, threttanelo! want to imitate the Cyclops and lead
your troop by stamping like this. Do you, my dear little ones, cry,
aye, cry again and bleat forth the plaintive song of the sheep and
of the stinking goats; follow me like lascivious goats with their