THE ACHARNIANS, : 21

Ffon, “Very good; I’lltake them. Stand there a
moment.” —

“That’s good business,” said the man to himself.
“T only wish I could sell my wife and mother at the
same rate.” i

At this point one of the informers, who made a
living out of denouncing contraband goods, made his
appearance. “Who are you?” he said to the man
from Megara.

“A man of Megara, come to sell pigs,’ was the
answer.

“TY denounce you and your goods as contraband of
war. Here, hand them over.”

“Mr. Honesty, Mr. Honesty,” screamed the man,
“T am being denounced!”

“Constable,” said Honesty, “put the fellow out;
no informers are allowed in this market. And here,
my good friend, is the garlic and the salt. And now
farewell.”

“Farewell indeed,” said the poor man; “ but it is
not our way in Megara to fare well.”

A dealer from Beeotia was the next to come. The
man had a heavy basket on his back, and was fol-
lowed by slaves similarly burdened. “That’s a pretty
load,” he said, as he put the basket on the ground.
“ And now, my friend, what will you buy?”

“What have you got?”

“Got? Why, everything, as a body may say; all
the good things of Thebes, — marjoram, penny-royal,