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No, on mine. Cleon
On mine. I will have you made a trierarch and you will get ruined through it; I will arrange that you are given an old vessel with rotten sails,  which you will have to repair constantly and at great cost. Chorus
Our man is on the boil; enough, enough,  he is boiling over; remove some of the embers from under him and skim off his threats. Cleon
I will punish your self-importance; I will crush you with imposts;  I will have you inscribed on the list of the rich. Sausage-Seller
For me no threats —only one simple wish. That you may  be having some cuttle-fish fried on the stove just as you are going to set forth to plead the cause of the Milesians, which, if you gain it, means a talent in your pocket; that you hurry over devouring the fish to rush off to the Assembly;  suddenly you are called and run off with your mouth full so as not to lose the talent and  choke yourself. There! that is my wish.
Leader of the Chorus
Splendid! by Zeus, Apollo and Demeter!