HIPPOMACHUS.
That plane-tree--

ALCIBIADES.
Never mind the plane-tree. Come, Callicles, you were not so
timid when you plundered the merchantman off Cape Malea. Take up
the torch and move. Hippomachus, tell one of the slaves to bring
a sow. (A sow was sacrificed to Ceres at the admission to the
greater mysteries.)

CALLICLES.
And what part are you to play?

ALCIBIADES.
I shall be hierophant. Herald, to your office. Torchbearer,
advance with the lights. Come forward, fair novice. We will
celebrate the rite within.

[Exeunt.]

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CRITICISMS ON THE PRINCIPAL ITALIAN WRITERS.

No. I. DANTE.

(January 1824.)