Boy
But, father, if the Archon should not form a court to-day, [305] how are we to buy our dinner? Have you some good hope to offer us or only "Helle's sacred waves"? Chorus
[310] Alas! alas! I have not a notion how we shall dine. Boy
Oh! my poor mother! why did you let me see this day? Chorus
So that you might give me troubles to feed on. Boy
Little wallet, you seem like to be a mere useless ornament! [315] It is our destiny to groan.