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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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