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Here a duet begins between the Boy and the Chorus.
Father, would you give me something if I asked for it? Chorus
Assuredly, my child, but tell me what nice thing do you want me to buy you?  A set of knuckle-bones, I suppose. Boy
No, father, I prefer figs; they are better. Chorus
No, by Zeus! even if you were to hang yourself with vexation. Boy
Well then, I will lead you no farther. Chorus
 With my small pay, I am obliged to buy bread, wood, and stew; and now you ask me for figs!