Sausage-Seller
This will strike the buckler of Cleonymus full in the center.
Demos
None shall ascend the rostrum, unless his chin is bearded.
Sausage-Seller
What then will become of Clisthenes and of Strato?
Demos
I wish only to refer to those youths who loll about the perfume shops,
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babbling at random, “What a clever fellow is Phaeax!
How cleverly he escaped death! how concise and convincing is his style! what phrases! how clear and to the point!
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how well he knows how to quell an interruption!”
Sausage-Seller
I thought you were the lover of those fairies.
Demos
The gods forefend it! and I will force all such fellows to go hunting instead of proposing decrees.
Sausage-Seller
In that case, accept this folding-stool,
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and, to carry it, this well-grown, big-balled slave lad. Besides, you may put him to any other purpose you please.
Demos
Oh! I am happy indeed to find myself as I was of old!
Sausage-Seller
Aye, you will deem yourself happy, when I have handed you the truce of thirty years. Truce! step forward!
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Aristophanes. Knights. The Complete Greek Drama, vol. 2. Eugene O'Neill, Jr. New York. Random House. 1938.
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