"Now go and stretch your limbs, and then share your lightly earned gains with some pretty flute-player.

But I want you again this evening; so, if you feel weak, I shall lock you up." "Do," said Castor, as earnestly as if he had been promised some pleasure.

"What a merry, good-for-nothing set they are!-Dorothea will bring the girl at the appointed hour.

Everything is arranged." Whereupon he danced out of the room, singing a tune.
"An invaluable creature!" said the Syrian, with an admiring glance.
"A better one spoiled," said Serapion.

"He has the very highest gifts, but is utterly devoid of conscience to set a limit to his excesses.
How should he have one?
His father was one of a troupe of Ephesian pantomimists, and his mother a golden-haired Cyprian dancer.