A screaming match now ensues, each line more raucous than the last. The rapidity of the dialogue likewise increases.
Cleon
You are travelling the right road to get killed. Sausage-Seller
[285] I'll bawl three times as loud as you. Cleon
I will deafen you with my yells. Sausage-Seller
And I you with my bellowing. Cleon
I shall calumniate you, if you become a Strategus. Sausage-Seller
Dog, I will lay your back open with the lash. Cleon
[290] I will make you drop your arrogance. Sausage-Seller
I will baffle your machinations. Cleon
Dare to look me in the face! Sausage-Seller
I too was brought up in the market-place. Cleon
I will cut you to shreds if you whisper a word. Sausage-Seller
[295] If you open your mouth, I'll shut it with shit. Cleon
I admit I'm a thief; that's more than you do. Sausage-Seller
By our Hermes of the market-place, if caught in the act, why, I perjure myself before those who saw me. Cleon
These are my own special tricks. [300] I will denounce you to the Prytanes as the owner of sacred tripe, that has not paid tithe.