"This afternoon I dreamed it, and I can prove that I expected you, for there, on the brazier, stands the stewed cabbage and sausage waiting for you." "I cannot stay now," replied Pollux.

"Really, I cannot, though your kind looks would persuade me, and the sausage winks at me out of the cabbage-pan.

My master, Papias, is gone on ahead, and in the palace there we are to work wonders in less time than it generally takes to consider which end the work should be begun at." "Then I will carry the cabbage into the palace for you," said Doris, standing on tip-toe to hold a sausage to the lips of her tall son.
Pollux bit off a large mouthful and said, as he munched it: "Excellent! I only wish that the thing I am to construct up there may turn out as good a statue as this savory cylinder--now fast disappearing--was a superior and admirable sausage." "Have another ?" said Doris.
"No mother; and you must not bring the cabbage either.

Up to midnight not a minute must be lost, and if I then leave off for a little while you must by that time be dreaming of all sorts of pleasant things." "I will carry you the cabbage then," said his father, "for I shall not be in bed so early at any rate.

The hymn to Sabina, composed by Mesomedes, is to be performed with the chorus, as soon as the Empress visits the theatre, and I am to lead the upper part of the old men, who grow young again at the sight of her.