[20]
Why, pray, do you keep on talking and crying out?
From my silver mines, Phaenippus, I formerly by my own bodily toil and labor
reaped a large profit. I confess it. But now I have lost all but a small portion
of my gains. You, on the contrary, since you sell from your farm your barley at
a price of eighteen drachmae and your wine at a price of twelve, are a rich man,
naturally, for you make more than a thousand medimni1 of grain and above eight hundred measures2
of wine.
Demosthenes. Demosthenes with an English translation by A. T. Murray, Ph.D., LL.D. Cambridge, MA, Harvard University Press; London, William Heinemann Ltd. 1939.
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