Book IX, 330

A. “I am goat-footed Pan, whom Simo put up by the clear waters of the spring.” B. “And why?” A. “I will tell thee. From the fountain drink as much as thou wilt, and take this hollow pitcher, too, and draw. But offer not the crystalline gifts of the Nymphs to thy feet to bathe them. Seest thou not my menacing form?” B. “Revered god—” A. “Thou shalt not speak another word, but shalt let me take my will of thee. Such is the custom of Pan. But if thou dost it! on purpose, having an inclination for the penalty, I know another trick. I will break thy head with my club.”