A Greek Slave
Dialogue Following Song No. 1 — Act I

Melanopis:
Is everything ready for the reception of your master's visitors?
Nepia:
Everything, Melanopis.
Melanopis:
Not a spec of dust anywhere?
Nepia:
Not a spot. The tortoiseshell shines like gold, and the ivory is a bright as silver.
Melanopis:
That's right! I think I know how to manage you.
Nepia:
Yes, Melanopis, we do our work like the slaves that we are.
Melanopis:
If you didn't you'd be whipped like the slaves that you are. Hush! Heliodorus, your master, approaches.
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