That I can't say; but this
shoulder
is broken, anyhow.
Aristophanes
.
DIONYSUS. What?
XANTHIAS. . . . and it is very heavy.
DIONYSUS. But this burden you carry is borne by the ass.
XANTHIAS. What I have here, 'tis certainly I who bear it, and not the
ass, no, by all the gods, most certainly not!
DIONYSUS. How can you claim to be carrying it, when you are carried?
XANTHIAS.
That I can't say; but this shoulder is broken, anyhow.
DIONYSUS. Well then, since you say that the ass is no good to you, pick
her up in your turn and carry her.
XANTHIAS. What a pity I did not fight at sea;[384] I would baste your
ribs for that joke.
DIONYSUS. Dismount, you clown! Here is a door,[385] at which I want to
make my first stop. Hi! slave! hi! hi! slave!
HERACLES (_from inside the Temple_). Do you want to beat in the door? He
knocks like a Centaur.
DIONYSUS. What?
XANTHIAS. . . . and it is very heavy.
DIONYSUS. But this burden you carry is borne by the ass.
XANTHIAS. What I have here, 'tis certainly I who bear it, and not the
ass, no, by all the gods, most certainly not!
DIONYSUS. How can you claim to be carrying it, when you are carried?
XANTHIAS.
That I can't say; but this shoulder is broken, anyhow.
DIONYSUS. Well then, since you say that the ass is no good to you, pick
her up in your turn and carry her.
XANTHIAS. What a pity I did not fight at sea;[384] I would baste your
ribs for that joke.
DIONYSUS. Dismount, you clown! Here is a door,[385] at which I want to
make my first stop. Hi! slave! hi! hi! slave!
HERACLES (_from inside the Temple_). Do you want to beat in the door? He
knocks like a Centaur.
