CVII THE INN
Mitchell S. (Mitchell Starrett) Buck translation
INNKEEPER, we are four. Give us a chamber and two beds. It is now too late to return to the city and the rain has broken the road.
Bring a basket of figs, some cheese, and dark wine; but first remove my sandals and lave my feet, for the mud tickles me.
Have brought into the chamber, two basins with water, a full lamp, a crater and kylix. Shake thou the covers and beat the cushions.
But let the beds be of good maple, and the planks noiseless! Tomorrow thou needst not awaken us.