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Updated: May 12, 2025
The invalid guessed what was passing in his little daughter's mind, and said, encouragingly: "Ask the hen. I'll stop both ears while you question the oracle. Yes, yes, one can scarcely hear his own voice for the monaulus and the shouts of the crazy people yonder. "Such sounds lure those who are fond of dancing, as surely as a honey-comb brings flies.
The sentence was not finished, for the notes of the monaulus suddenly ceased, the dancers stopped, and, instead of the music and laughter, Semestre's voice was heard; but at the same time Xanthe, carrying a small piece of brown cloth over her arm, approached the sick man.
The invalid guessed what was passing in his little daughter's mind, and said, encouragingly: "Ask the hen. I'll stop both ears while you question the oracle. Yes, yes, one can scarcely hear his own voice for the monaulus and the shouts of the crazy people yonder. "Such sounds lure those who are fond of dancing, as surely as a honey-comb brings flies.
The tune which the boy drew from the monaulus again and again sounded monotonous, but the young people constantly grew more mirthful; higher and higher sprang the bounding feet. The ribbons fluttered as if a storm had seized them; many a gay garment waved; and there was no end to the shouts and clapping of hands in time with the music.
The tune which the boy drew from the monaulus again and again sounded monotonous, but the young people constantly grew more mirthful; higher and higher sprang the bounding feet. The ribbons fluttered as if a storm had seized them; many a gay garment waved; and there was no end to the shouts and clapping of hands in time with the music.
There she goes after Chloris, to save the second cheese." Xanthe smiled assent. Her father raised his voice and called to the juggler: "Well, my little friend, show what your actors can do. You young people, Mopsus and Dorippe, for aught I care, can dance as long as the monaulus sounds, and Semestre stays in the house."
The tune which the boy drew from the monaulus again and again sounded monotonous, but the young people constantly grew more mirthful; higher and higher sprang the bounding feet. The ribbons fluttered as if a storm had seized them; many a gay garment waved; and there was no end to the shouts and clapping of hands in time with the music.
There she goes after Chloris, to save the second cheese." Xanthe smiled assent. Her father raised his voice and called to the juggler: "Well, my little friend, show what your actors can do. You young people, Mopsus and Dorippe, for aught I care, can dance as long as the monaulus sounds, and Semestre stays in the house."
Three cocks and four hens were now standing on the roof of the cart, looking very comical, for their clever owner, who doubtless knew what pleases the eyes of children and peasants, had colored their white feathers, here and there, with brilliant red and glaring yellow. Beside the cart stood a pale, sorrowful-looking boy, playing a merry tune on the monaulus.
The invalid guessed what was passing in his little daughter's mind, and said, encouragingly: "Ask the hen. I'll stop both ears while you question the oracle. Yes, yes, one can scarcely hear his own voice for the monaulus and the shouts of the crazy people yonder. "Such sounds lure those who are fond of dancing, as surely as a honey-comb brings flies.
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