You are a poor man of very little wit, but
thoroughly
brazen.
Aristophanes
Of Ithaca, son of Apodrasippides.
[37]
BDELYCLEON. Ha! Mister Nobody, you will not laugh presently. Pull him
out quick! Ah! the wretch, where has be crept to? Does he not resemble
a she-ass to the life?
PHILOCLEON. If you do not leave me in peace, I shall commence
proceedings.
BDELYCLEON. And what will the suit be about?
PHILOCLEON. The shade of an ass. [38]
BDELYCLEON.
You are a poor man of very little wit, but thoroughly brazen.
PHILOCLEON. A poor man! Ah! by Zeus! you know not now what I am worth;
but you will know when you disembowel the old Heliast's money bag. [39]
BDELYCLEON. Come, get back indoors, both you and your ass.
PHILOCLEON. Oh! my brethren of the tribunal! oh! Cleon! to the rescue!
BDELYCLEON. Go and bawl in there under lock and key.
BDELYCLEON. Ha! Mister Nobody, you will not laugh presently. Pull him
out quick! Ah! the wretch, where has be crept to? Does he not resemble
a she-ass to the life?
PHILOCLEON. If you do not leave me in peace, I shall commence
proceedings.
BDELYCLEON. And what will the suit be about?
PHILOCLEON. The shade of an ass. [38]
BDELYCLEON.
You are a poor man of very little wit, but thoroughly brazen.
PHILOCLEON. A poor man! Ah! by Zeus! you know not now what I am worth;
but you will know when you disembowel the old Heliast's money bag. [39]
BDELYCLEON. Come, get back indoors, both you and your ass.
PHILOCLEON. Oh! my brethren of the tribunal! oh! Cleon! to the rescue!
BDELYCLEON. Go and bawl in there under lock and key.
