? Is your groin swollen
With stress of travelling?
By Castor, I'll swear
The man is wud.
Indeed, your cloak is wide,
My rascal fellow.
But I tell ye No!
Enow o' fleering!
Well, what is it then?
It's my despatch cane.
Of course—a Spartan cane!
But speak right out. I know all this too well.
Are new privations springing up in Sparta?
Och, hard as could be: in lofty lusty columns
Our allies stand united. We maun get Pellene.
Whence has this evil come? Is it from Pan?
No. Lampito first ran asklent, then the ithers
Sprinted after her example, and blocked, the hizzies,
Their wames unskaithed against our every fleech.
What did you do?
We are broken, and bent double,
Limp like men carrying lanthorns in great winds
About the city. They winna let us even
Wi' lightest neif skim their primsie pretties
Till we've concluded Peace-terms wi' a' Hellas.
So the cons