‘THE ACHARNIANS. ‘13

crying, “This is the scoundrel with the meanes
Stone him! Stone him!”

Ffon. “What is all this about? You'll break the
bowl.” |

Charcoal-burners. “Stone him! Stone him!”

Hon, “But why, my venerable friends ?”

C.-6..“ You ask us why! You're a traitor. You
have made peace on your own account.”

fTon, “ But you haven’t heard why I made it.”

C.-6. “No, and won’t hear either. Stone him!
Stone him!”

Flon. “Wow! hold!”

C.-b. “Why should we hold? You’ve made peace
with the Spartans.”

Hon. “You won't listen, then?”

C.-b. “Not to a word.”

ffon. “Well; if you won't, I’ll have my revenge.
I’ve got a young townsman of yours here, and as
sure as you throw a ae stone, Pl run him
through.”

C-b..“ Good heavens! What does the fellow
mean? Has he got one of our children there?”

Ffon. “Throw, throw if you want to. But he
dies the death.” , :

So saying, he produced what looked like a baby in
long clothes, but turned out to be —a coal scuttle.
“Spare him! Spare him!” cried the charcoal-burn-
ers, and shook out all the stones from their pockets,
while Honesty dropped his’sword. After this he was
allowed to plead his cause.