the flesh of my sows will be
excellent
on the spit.
Aristophanes
MEGARIAN. And why not?
DICAEOPOLIS. It has no tail. [234]
MEGARIAN. Because it is quite young, but in good time it will have a big
one, thick and red.
DICAEOPOLIS. The two are as like as two peas.
MEGARIAN. They are born of the same father and mother; let them be
fattened, let them grow their bristles, and they will be the finest sows
you can offer to Aphrodite.
DICAEOPOLIS. But sows are not immolated to Aphrodite.
MEGARIAN. Not sows to Aphrodite! Why, 'tis the only goddess to whom they
are offered!
the flesh of my sows will be excellent on the spit.
DICAEOPOLIS. Can they eat alone? They no longer need their mother!
MEGARIAN. Certainly not, nor their father.
DICAEOPOLIS. What do they like most?
MEGARIAN. Whatever is given them; but ask for yourself.
DICAEOPOLIS. Speak! little sow.
DAUGHTER. Wee-wee, wee-wee!
DICAEOPOLIS.
