trust at first too greatly to your powers; wait till you have sweated,
till the beating of your wings shall make your limb joints supple.
Above all things, don't let off some foul smell, I adjure you; else
I would rather have you stop in the stable altogether.

SECOND SERVANT
Poor master! Is he crazy?

TRYGAEUS
Silence! silence!

SECOND SERVANT (TO TRYGAEUS)
But why start up into the air on chance?

TRYGAEUS
'Tis for the weal of all the Greeks; I am attempting a daring
and novel feat.

SECOND SERVANT
But what is your purpose? What useless folly!

TRYGAEUS
No words of ill omen! Give vent to joy and command all men to keep
silence, to close down their drains and privies with new tiles and
to stop up their own vent-holes.[1]

f[1] Fearing that if it caught a whiff from earth to its liking, the beetle
might descend from the highest heaven to satisfy itself.

FIRST SERVANT