Salvo Randone credited as playing...
Eumolpo
- Eumolpo: All those named as beneficiaries in my will, except the freemen, will come into possession of all I've left behind on the condition they rip my body into pieces and eat me in full view of everyone. I urge my friends not to reject my invitation but to devour my body with the same enthusiasm with which they sent my soul to hell.
- Eumolpo: I leave you poetry. I leave you the seasons, especially spring and summer. I leave you the wind, the sun. I leave you the sea, the good sea. The earth is good, too. The mountains, streams, and rivers. And the big clouds that move by solemn and light. You'll look at them and maybe remember our brief friendship. And I leave you the trees and their agile inhabitants. Love, tears, joy, stars, Encolpius. I leave you sounds, songs, noises. The voice of man, which is the most harmonious of music. I leave you.
- Eumolpo: So many positions and certainly more to invent. Man makes daily progress. I think I've tried them all, although, old age has made me forget a few. No one can remember all the love he's given and received, not even the young. Do you, for example, remember everyone who's kissed your lips?
- Eumolpo: The masterpieces you see in this gallery confirm our current lack of energy. Today no one would know how to paint like this. So what brought on this sad state? The desire for money!
- Eumolpo: Once upon a time, man's ideal was virtue, pure and simple. That's why the liberal arts flourished. Exdoxus grew old on a mountain studying the movement of the planets. Lysippus kept drawing the same model his whole life and died of hunger. But we, with our drinking and whoring, don't even know the masterpieces that exist now.
- Eumolpo: What about dialectical discussion? What happened to astronomy? Where is philosophy that once led the way for us?
- Eumolpo: Don't be surprised that the art of painting is dead when we find more beauty in a pot of gold than in the works of Apelles and Phydias. Those crazy Greeks!
- Eumolpo: Luxury, riches, beautiful women. Tasty suppers that last until the cock crows. Weaknesses that dull the heart and mind. Vices never rejected and always accepted. In short, all this happiness has infected me.
- Eumolpo: You, who are not only penniless, are also somewhat crippled, my friend. I saw you, you know. You looked like a drowned mouse on top of a cow. But it was a very beautiful cow - all meat.
- Eumolop's Servant: No more drinking.
- Eumolpo: Priapus is angry with you - that's obvious. He's a spiteful god. First he makes you as hard as a log, then as soft as dough. But there are remedies. Your Eumolpius will cure you.
- Eumolpo: Listen, I have a friend here, uh, just between us, whose sceptre isn't working. He was quite proud of it, as you can understand.