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You entered
the service of those famous players Simylus and Socrates, better known as the
Growlers. You played small parts to their lead, picking up figs and grapes and
olives, like an orchard-robbing costermonger, and making a better living out of
those missiles than by all the battles that you fought for dear life. For there
was no truce or armistice in the warfare between you and your audiences, and
your casualties were so heavy, that no wonder you taunt with cowardice those of
us who have no experience of such engagements.
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