Speed ye, Pierian Maids! Within a caveyoung Chromis and Mnasyllos chanced to seesilenus sleeping, flushed, as was his wont,with wine of yesterday. Not far aloof,slipped from his head, the garlands lay, and thereby its worn handle hung a ponderous cup.Approaching—for the old man many a timehad balked them both of a long hoped-for song—garlands to fetters turned, they bind him fast.Then Aegle, fairest of the Naiad-band,aegle came up to the half-frightened boys,came, and, as now with open eyes he lay,with juice of blood-red mulberries smeared him o'er,both brow and temples. Laughing at their guile,and crying, “Why tie the fetters? loose me, boys;enough for you to think you had the power;