THE ACHARNIANS. a7

Ffon. “ Quick with my dinner and wine!”

Gen. “ Give me.a bunch of leeks.”

ffon, “Veal cutlets for me.”

Gen. “ Let me see the salt fish. It does not smell
good.”

Hon. “ How fresh this mullet is! Cook it on the
spot.”

Gen. “Bring me the lofty feather of my crest.”

ffon. “Bring doves and quails ; I scarce know which is

best.”

Gen. “ Behold this snowy plume of dazzling white !”
ffon. “Behold this roasted dove, a savoury sight!”

This was past all bearing, and the General at:
tempted to draw his sword, but found it rusted to the
scabbard. On the other hand, Honesty was going to
defend himself with the spit, but had first to disen-
gage it from the roast meat. However, they didn’t
come to blows. . The General contented himself with.
_a threat: “ Pour oil upon the shield. What do I see
in it? “An old man frightened to death because he
_ is going to be tried for cowardice.” vs

. “Ah!” said Honesty, “pour honey on the secure
What do I see in it? A jolly old fellow, who tells
the Dobattles and the Gorgons to go and hang them-
selves.” .

The General marched off to the frontier, while
. Honesty:went to the feast, the charcoal-burners
bidding the two rivals farewell in the following
stave :—