XAN. Well then, Dionysus.

DIO. O, that's worse again.

XAN. (_To the Spectre_.) Aye, go thy way.
O master, here, come here.

DIO. O, what's up now?

XAN. Take courage; all's serene.
And, like Hegelochus, we now may say
"Out of the storm there comes a new fine wether."
Empusa's gone.

DIO. Swear it.

XAN. By Zeus she is.

DIO. Swear it again.

XAN. By Zeus.

DIO. Again

XAN. By Zeus. O dear, O dear, how pale I grew to see her,
But he, from fright has yellowed me all over.

DIO. Ah me, whence fall these evils on my head?
Who is the god to blame for my destruction?