Friend These are fearful and wonderful words; nay, they are divine. All that you said of ambrosia and lotus is true; I little knew how sumptuous had been your feast. I have listened to you with strange emotion, and now that you have ceased, I feel oppressed, nay, in your own language, ‘sore stricken.’ This need not surprise you. A person who has been bitten by a mad dog not only goes mad himself, you know, but communicates his madness to any one whom he bites whilst he is in that state, so that the infection may be carried on by this means through a long succession of persons.

Lucian Ah, then you confess to a tenderness?

Friend I do; and beg that you will think upon some medicine for both our wounded breasts.

Lucian We must take a hint from Telephus.

Friend What is that?

Lucian We want a hair of the dog that bit us.