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LAMACHUS (to his slave)
Bring me the case for my triple plume.
DICAEOPOLIS (to his slave)
Pass me over that dish of hare.
LAMACHUS
Alas! the moths have eaten the hair of my crest.
DICAEOPOLIS
Shall I eat my hare before dinner?
LAMACHUS
My friend, will you kindly not speak to me?
DICAEOPOLIS
I'm not speaking to you; I'm scolding my slave. (To the slave)
Shall we wager and submit the matter to Lamachus, which of the two
is the best to eat, a locust or a thrush?
LAMACHUS
Insolent hound!
DICAEOPOLIS
He much prefers the locusts.
LAMACHUS
Slave, unhook my spear and bring it to me.
DICAEOPOLIS
Slave, slave, take the sausage from the fire and bring it to me.
LAMACHUS
Come, let me draw my spear from its sheath. Hold it, slave, hold
it tight.
DICAEOPOLIS
And you, slave, grip well hold of the skewer.
LAMACHUS
Slave, the bracings for my shield.
DICAEOPOLIS
Pull the loaves out of the oven and bring me these bracings of
my stomach.
LAMACHUS
My round buckler with the Gorgon's head.
DICAEOPOLIS
My round cheese-cake.
LAMACHUS
What clumsy wit!
DICAEOPOLIS
What delicious cheese-cake!
LAMACHUS
Pour oil on the buckler. Hah! hah I can see reflected there an old
man who will be accused of cowardice.
DICAEOPOLIS
Pour honey on the cake. Hah! hah! hah! I can see an old man who
makes Lamachus of the Gorgon's head weep with rage.
LAMACHUS
Slave, full war armour.
DICAEOPOLIS
Slave, my beaker; that is my armour.
LAMACHUS
With this I hold my ground with any foe.
DICAEOPOLIS
And I with this in any drinking bout.
LAMACHUS
Fasten the strappings to the buckler.
DICAEOPOLIS
Pack the dinner well into the basket.
LAMACHUS
Personally I shall carry the knapsack.
DICAEOPOLIS
Personally I shall carry the cloak.
LAMACHUS
Slave, take up the buckler and let's be off. It is snowing! God

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