wine-jar,[383] I walk, I tire myself, and I set yonder rascal
upon an ass, that he may not have the burden of
carrying
his load.
Aristophanes
you don't want to make me spew.
XANTHIAS. What need then had I to take this luggage, if I must not copy
the porters that Phrynichus, Lycis and Amipsias[382] never fail to put on
the stage?
DIONYSUS. Do nothing of the kind. Whenever I chance to see one of these
stage tricks, I always leave the theatre feeling a good year older.
XANTHIAS. Oh! my poor back! you are broken and I am not allowed to make a
single joke.
DIONYSUS. Just mark the insolence of this Sybarite! I, Dionysus, the son
of a ...
wine-jar,[383] I walk, I tire myself, and I set yonder rascal
upon an ass, that he may not have the burden of
carrying
his load.
