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Oh! the grilled entrails I used to swallow down!

CARIO. Your own have got the colic, methinks.

HERMES. Oh! the delicious tipple, half wine, half water!

CARIO. Here, swallow that and be off. (_He discharges a fart. _)

HERMES. Would you do a friend a service?

CARIO. Willingly, if I can.

HERMES.
Give me some well-baked bread and a big hunk of the victims they
are sacrificing in your house.

CARIO. That would be stealing.

HERMES. Do you forget, then, how I used to take care he knew nothing
about it when you were stealing something from your master?

CARIO. Because I used to share it with you, you rogue; some cake or other
always came your way.

HERMES. Which afterwards you ate up all by yourself. [804]

CARIO. But then you did not share the blows when I was caught.

HERMES. Forget past injuries, now you have taken Phyle. [805] Ah! how I
should like to live with you! Take pity and receive me.