180 ARISTOPHANES.

“ Plathané, Plathané,” cried one to the other,
“here’s that villain come again who ate those six-
teen loaves!”

Second Woman. “Yes, by Zeus! it is the very
man.”

Xan. “Some one is in a scrape.”

First Woman. “ Aye, and he ate besides twenty
cutlets at threepence each.”

Xan. “Some one is in for it.”

First W. “And a whole lot of garlic.”

Bac. “Nonsense, woman! I don’t know what you
are talking about.” .

First W. “Ah! you thought I should not know
you because you had buskins on. And I haven’t
mentioned the salt fish.”

Second W. “No; nor the green cheese which the
fellow ate up, baskets and all, and when I asked him
for the money he looked so fierce, and bellowed so.” .

Xan. “Just like him. That’s his way everywhere.”

Second W. “And he out with his sword, just like
a madman, but I scrambled up into the loft. And
what did he do but go off with our mattresses.”

Xan. “ Another trick of his.”

First W. “Tell Cleon to come. He’s my counsel.”

Second W. “Mine is Hyperbolus, if you should
see him.”

First W. “Ah! you villain, how I should like to
knock out those greedy teeth with which you ate up
a poor woman’s living, aye, and rip up your throat ”