Now, be off, and do your
surveying
somewhere
else.
else.
Aristophanes
METON. What's wrong then?
PISTHETAERUS. We are agreed to sweep all quacks and impostors far from
our borders.
METON. Then I'm off.
PISTHETAERUS. I fear me 'tis too late. The thunder growls already.
(_Beats him. _)
METON. Oh, woe! oh, woe!
PISTHETAERUS. I warned you.
Now, be off, and do your surveying somewhere
else. (_Meton takes to his heels. _)
AN INSPECTOR. Where are the Proxeni? [296]
PISTHETAERUS. Who is this Sardanapalus? [297]
INSPECTOR. I have been appointed by lot to come to Nephelococcygia as
inspector. [298]
PISTHETAERUS. An inspector! and who sends you here, you rascal?
INSPECTOR. A decree of Taleas. [299]
PISTHETAERUS. Will you just pocket your salary, do nothing, and be off?
INSPECTOR.
