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invention.
CLEON
Must you have recourse to such jackanapes' tricks to supplant me?
SAUSAGE-SELLER
No, it's your own tricks that I am borrowing, just as a drunken
guest, when he has to take a crap, seizes some other man's shoes.
CLEON
Oh! you shall not outdo me in flattery! I am going to hand Demos
this garment; all that remains to you, you rogue, is to go and hang
yourself.
DEMOS (as CLEON throws a cloak around his shoulders)
Faugh! may the plague seize you! You stink of leather horribly.
SAUSAGE-SELLER
Why, it's to smother you that he has thrown this cloak around
you on top of the other; and it is not the first plot he has planned
against you. Do you remember the time when silphium was so cheap?
DEMOS
Aye, to be sure I do!
SAUSAGE-SELLER
Very well! it was Cleon who had caused the price to fall so low,
that all might eat it, and the jurymen in the Courts were almost
asphyxiated from farting in each others' faces.
DEMOS
Hah! why, indeed, a Dungtownite told me the same thing.
SAUSAGE-SELLER
Were you not yourself in those days quite red in the gills with
farting?
DEMOS
Why, it was a trick worthy of Pyrrhandrus!
CLEON
With what other idle trash will you seek to ruin me, you wretch!
SAUSAGE-SELLER
Oh! I shall be more brazen than you, for it's the goddess who
has commanded me.
CLEON
No, on my honour, you will not! Here, Demos, feast on this dish;
it is your salary as a dicast, which you gain through me for doing
naught.
SAUSAGE-SELLER
Wait! here is a little box of ointment to rub into the sores on
your legs.
CLEON
I will pluck out your white hairs and make you young again.
SAUSAGE-SELLER
Take this hare's tail to wipe the rheum from your eyes.
CLEON
When you wipe your nose, clean your fingers on my head.
SAUSAGE-SELLER
No, on mine.
CLEON
On mine. (To the SAUSAGE-SELLER) I will have you made a
trierarch and you will get ruined through it; I will arrange that
you are given an old vessel with rotten sails, which you will have
to repair constantly and at great cost.
SAUSAGE-SELLER
Our man is on the boil; enough, enough, enough, he is boiling
over; remove some of the embers from under him and skim off his
threats.
CLEON
I will punish your self-importance; I will crush you with imposts;
I will have you inscribed on the list of the rich.
SAUSAGE-SELLER
For me no threat-only one simple wish. That you may be having some
cuttle-fish fried on the stove just as you are going to set forth to

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