Well then! LET him confound, let him trample, let him overturn
everything! We cannot help giving vent to our joy.

TRYGAEUS
Oh! cruel fate! My friends! in the name of the gods, what possesses
you? Your dancing will wreck the success of a fine undertaking.

CHORUS
'Tis not I who want to dance; 'tis my legs that bound with delight.

TRYGAEUS
Enough, an you love me, cease your gambols.

CHORUS
There! 'Tis over.

TRYGAEUS
You say so, and nevertheless you go on.

CHORUS
Yet one more figure and 'tis done.

TRYGAEUS
Well, just this one; then you must dance no more.

CHORUS
No, no more dancing, if we can help you.

TRYGAEUS
But look, you are not stopping even now.