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Pr. Why, what could you stake? Taking some clear-voiced girl as crieress,
Bl. But what is the style of our living to be? Receive the goods as people bring them in.
Pro One common to all, independent and free, This must I do, elected chieftainess
All bars and partitions for ever undone, To rule the State and start the public feasts;
All private establishments fused into one. That so your banquets may commence to-day.
BI. Then where, may I ask, will our dinners be BI. What, shall we banquet now at once?
laid? Pr. You shall.
Pro Each court and arcade of the law shall be made And next I'll make a thorough sweep of all
A banqueting-hall for the citizens. The flaunting harlots.
BI. Right. BI. Why?
But what will you do with the desk for the speakers? Pr. That these free ladies
Pr. I'll make it a stand for the cups and the May have the firstling manhood of our youths.
beakers; Those servile hussies shall no longer poach
And there shall the striplings be ranged to recite Upon the true-love manors of the free.
The deeds of the brave, and the joys of the fight, No, let them herd with slaves, and lie with slaves,
And the cowards' disgrace; till out of the place In servile fashion, snipped and trimmed to match.
Each coward shall slink with a very red face, BI. Lead on, my lass. I'll follow close behind;
Not stopping to dine. That men may point and whisper as I pass,
BI. 0 but that will be fine. There goes the husband of our chieflaiTlelS.
And what of the balloting-booths? Chr. And 1 will muster and review my goods,
Pr. They shall go And bring them all, as ordered, to the stores.
To the head of the market-place, all in a row, Exeunt PRAXAGORA, BLEPYRUS, and CHREMES.
And there by Harmodius taking my station, (Here was a choral song, now lost, during which
I'll tickets dispense to the whole of the nation, CHREMES is preparing to bring out his chattels from
Till each one has got his particular lot, the house.)
And manfully bustles along to the sign Chr. My sweet bran-winnower, come you sweetly
Of the letter whereat he's empanelled to dine. here.
The man who has A shall be ushered away March out the first of all my household goods,
To the Royal Arcade; to the next will go B; Powdered and trim, like some young basket-bearer.
And C to the Cornmarket. Aye, many a sack of mine you have bolted down.
BI. Merely to see? Now where's the chair-girl? Come along, dear pot,
Pr. No, fool, but to dine. (Wowl but you're black:scarcehlacker had you
BI. 'Tis an excellent plan. chanced
Then he who gets never a letter, poor man, To boil the dye Lysicrates employs),
Gets never a dinner. And stand by her. Come hither, tiring-maid;
Pr. But 'twill not be so. And pitcher-bearer, bear your pitcher here.
There'll be plenty for all, and to spare. You, fair musician, take your station there,
No stint and no grudging our system will know, You whose untimely trumpet-call has oft
But each will away from the revelry go, Roused me, ere daybreak, to attend the Assembly.
Elated and grand, with a torch in his hand Who's got the dish, go forward; take the combs
And a garland of flowers in his hair. Of honey; set the olive branches nigh;
And then through the streets as they wander, a lot Bring out the tripods and the bottles of oil;
Of women will round them be creeping, The pannikins and rubbish you can leave.
"0 come to my lodging," says one, "I have got Now another door opens, the door upon which
Such a beautiful girl in my keeping." PRAXAGORA had stealthily scrate/,ed, 34 above,
"But here is the sweetest and fairest, my boy," and the HUSBAND OF THE SECOND WOMAN
From a window another will say, again comes out, as he did 327 above.
"Butere you're entitled her love to enjoy Ci. I bring my goods to the stores I That were to be
Your toll to myself you must pay." A hapless greenhorn, ill endowed with brains.
Then a sorry companion, flat-visaged and old, I'll never do it; by Poseidon, never!
Will shout to the youngster "Avast I I'll test the thing and scan its bearings first.
And where are you going, so gallant and bold, I'm not the man to fling my sweat and thrift
And where are you hieing so fast? So idly and so brainlessly away,
'Tis in vain; you must yield to the laws of the State, Before I've fathomed how the matter stands.
And I shall be courting the fair, -You there I what means this long array ofchattels?
Whilst you must without in the vestibule wait, Are they brought out because you're changing
And stri ve to amuse yourself there, dear boy, house,
And strive to amuse yourself there." Or are you going to pawn them?
There now, what think ye of my scheme? Chr. No.
BI. First-rate. Ci. Then why
Pr. Then now I'll go to the market-place, and All in a row? Are they, in grand procession,
there, Marching to Hiero the auctioneer?
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