I would not give more than an obolus for gods who have got to

keeping brothels like us mere mortals.

They are not all like that, but there are some up there too who

Come, that's rich! But tell me, shall I give her something to eat?

No, for she would touch neither bread nor cake; she is used to

licking ambrosia at the table of the gods.

Well, we can give her something to lick down here too.

(He takes OPORA into the house.)