Satyrs

Of course, there are no longer bawdy houses, where these unfortunates are displayed openly to debauched satyrs.

On the other hand, the men treading in the wine-presses were loud in their praises of Chloe, and at sight of her they danced and stamped like so many Satyrs in presence of a Bacchante; exclaiming that they would gladly become sheep to be fed and tended by such a shepherdess.