Sausage-Seller
when your back is turned, [825] he taps at the root the lawsuits initiated by the peculators, swallows the proceeds wholesale and helps himself with both hands from the public funds. Cleon
Tremble, knave; I will convict you of having stolen thirty thousand drachmae. Sausage-Seller
[830] For a rascal of your kidney, you shout rarely! Well! I am ready to die if I do not prove that you have accepted [835] more than forty minae from the Mitylenaeans.