But seriously: though his father may seek twenty brides for him, he himself wants no one but Xanthe.

And can you deny that he is a handsome, powerful fellow ?" "So is the other," cried Semestre, wholly unmoved by these words.

"Have you seen your favorite this morning?
No! Do you know where he slept last night and the night before ?" "On his couch, I suppose." "In your house ?" "I don't run after the youth, now he is grown up." "Neither shall we! You are giving yourself useless trouble, Jason, and I earnestly beg you not to disturb me any longer now, for a dark spot is already appearing on the roast.

Quick, Chloris--lift the spit from the fire!" "I should like to bid Lysander good-morning." "He is tired, and wants to see no one.

The servants have vexed him." "Then I'll stay awhile in the garden." "To try your luck with Xanthe?
I tell you, it's trouble wasted, for she's dressing her hair to receive our guest from Messina; and, if she were standing where those cabbage-leaves be, she wouldn't contradict me if I were to repeat what you heard from my lips this morning at sunrise.
Our girl will never become Phaon's wife until I myself offer a sacrifice to Aphrodite, that she may fill Xanthe's heart with love for him." Jason shrugged his shoulders, and was preparing to turn his back on the old woman, when Dorippe entered and approached the hearth.