Chorus-Leader
Who shall be stationed first, who next to first, to hold fast the grip of the fire-brand, [485] thrust it beneath the Cyclops' brow and grind to powder his bright eye? Singing within.1
Hush! Hush! For now the Cyclops, drunk and making graceless melody, [490] comes forth from the rocky cave, a singer who is inept and shall pay dearly. Come, let us with our revelling songs impart some culture to this lout. In any case he shall be blind.
1 An ancient stage-direction preserved in the text.