even a transient sadness or a momentary humility seems

Why should I hide the truth from you?

CARIO (to the CHORUS, which has followed him in)

Come, you active workers, who, like my master, eat nothing but

garlic and the poorest food, you who are his friends and his

neighbours, hasten your steps, hurry yourselves; there's not a

moment to lose; this is the critical hour, when your presence and your

Why, don't you see we are speeding as fast as men can, who are

already enfeebled by age? But do you deem it fitting to make us run