Book IX, 316

O ve who pass along this road, whether ye are going from town to the fields or returning to the city from the country, we two gods here are the guardians of the boundary. I, as you see me, am Hermes, and this other fellow is Heracles.1 We both are gracious to mortals, but to each other—save the mark! If anyone offers a dish of wild pears to both of us, ke bolts them. Yes, and indeed, likewise grapes; whether they are ripe ones or any quantity of sour ones, he stows them away. I detest this method of going shares, and get no pleasure from it. Let whoever brings us anything serve it separately to each of us and not to both, saying, “This is for thee, Heracles,” and again, “This is for Hermes.” So he might make up our quarrel.