HERMES: It looks like it. Well, I must go and get some water to clean him up, and see to all the other little things that need doing on these occasions.
Scene: A street in heaven. Hermes is strolling along, looking very elegant, when he is stopped by a stranger whose appearance is positively sub-human.
STRANGER: Morning, Dad.
HERMES [coldly]: Good morning to you, sir. But why did you call me that?
STRANGER: Well, you're Hermes of Cyllene, aren't you?
HERMES: Of course I am, but how does that make me your father?
STRANGER [chuckling]: I'm a little love-child, specially designed for you!
HERMES: Specially designed for a couple of goats, I should think ! You can hardly be anything to do with me, with those horns on your head - and a nose that shape - and a great shaggy beard - and cloven hooves - and a tail dangling over your backside!
STRANGER: You can jeer at me as much as you like, Dad, but you're only fouling your own nest. It's not my fault that I'm like this - if it's anyone's fault, it's yours.
HERMES: Then who was your mother, may I ask? Have I inadvertently had an affair with a she-goat?
STRANGER : No, not exactly - but have you forgotten that young lady you raped in Arcadia? Oh, do stop biting your nails and pretending not to remember ! You know perfectly well whom I mean - Penelope, the daughter of Icarius.
HERMES: In that case, why do you look like a goat? Why don't you take after me?