mounted on his beetle as if on horseback.

(The Machine brings in TRYGAEUS astride an enormous figure of a

dung beetle with wings spread.)

Gently, gently, go easy, beetle; don't start off so proudly, or

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 stay right in the stable.