...hs, and sweep this house, assisting this godless Cyclops at his unholy meals. And now—duty is duty—I must sweep the house with this iron rake so that I may receive my absent master, the Cyclops , and his sheep in a clean cave. But now I see my sons driving the flocks this way. What is this, lads? Can it be that you have the same rhythm to your lively dance as when you revelled at Bacchus...