IV The French
Nugo. They are Frenchmen.
Grac. What, is there then peace?
Turd. They said that there was to be war and a dire war too.
Grac. What are they carrying?
Turd. Wine.
Nugo. Then they will give pleasure to many.
Grac. Of a surety. For not only does wine cheer in drinking, but there is also the thought and recollection of it.
Nugo. At any rate for wine-drinkers. It matters nothing to me, for I drink water.
Grac. Then you will never write a good poem.