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Aristophanes, Knights (ed. Eugene O'Neill, Jr.), line 461 (search)
at is on the anvil; it's the question of the prisoners.
Well done! Forge on, if he be a wheelwright.
And there are men at Sparta who are hammering the iron with you; but neither gold nor silver nor prayers nor anything else shall impede my denouncing your trickery to the Athenians.
As for me, I hasten to the Senate to reveal your plotting, your nightly gatherings in the city, your trafficking with the Medes and with the Great King, and all you are foraging for in Boeotia.
What price then is paid for forage by Boeotians?
Oh! by Heracles! I will tan your hide.
Come, if you have both wit and heart, now is the time to show it, as on the day when you hid the meat in your crotch, as you say. Hasten to the Senate, for he will rush there like a tornado to calumniate us all and give vent to his fearful bellowings.
I am going, but first I must rid myself of my tripe and my knives; I will leave them here.