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Aristophanes, Wasps (ed. Eugene O'Neill, Jr.), line 183 (search)
thrust the bolt home into the staple, and to keep this beam in its place roll that great mortar against it. Quick's the word.
Oh! my god! whence did this brick fall on me?
Perhaps a rat loosened it.
A rat? it's surely our gutter-judge, who has crept beneath the tiles of the roof.
Ah! woe to us! there he is, he has turned into a sparrow; he will be flying off. Where is the net? where? Shoo! shoo! get back! Ah! by Zeus!
I would rather have to guard Scione than such a father.
And now that we have driven him in thoroughly and he can no longer escape without our knowledge, can we not have a few winks of sleep, no matter how few?
Why, wretch! the other jurymen will be here almost directly to summon my father!
Why, it's scarcely dawn yet!
Ah, they must have risen late to-day. Generally it is the middle of the night when they come to fetch him. They arrive here, carrying lanterns in their hands and singing t