Inn-keeper, we are four. Give us a room with two beds. It is too late now to return to the city, and the rain has split the roads.
Bring us a basket of figs, some cheese and black wine; but first take off my sandals and wash my feet, for the mud is tickling me.
You'll have two basins of water brought to the room, a full lamp, a krater 135 and a kylix. You'll shake the covers and beat up all the pillows.
But the beds must be of good solid maple, and the planks silent! Tomorrow you will not awaken us.