Very well, have
yourself
wheeled out here.
Aristophanes
DICAEOPOLIS. Oh, Euripides, you are indeed happy to have a slave so quick
at repartee! Now, fellow, call your master.
SLAVE. Impossible!
DICAEOPOLIS. So much the worse. But I will not go. Come, let us knock at
the door. Euripides, my little Euripides, my darling Euripides, listen;
never had man greater right to your pity. It is Dicaeopolis of the
Chollidan Deme who calls you. Do you hear?
EURIPIDES. I have no time to waste.
DICAEOPOLIS.
Very well, have yourself wheeled out here. [207]
EURIPIDES. Impossible.
DICAEOPOLIS. Nevertheless. . . .
EURIPIDES. Well, let them roll me out; as to coming down, I have not the
time.
DICAEOPOLIS. Euripides. . . .
EURIPIDES.
