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MICYLLUS
Confound the luck! to think that I did not dare to lay in even a small supply of gold-dust before coming from that life to this! But what shall I be next, tell me? You probably know. If it is anything good, [ll climb up this minute and hang myself from the peg that you are standing on.
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COCK
You can’t by any possibility find that out. But when I became Euphorbus—for I am going back to that subject—I fought at Troy and was killed by Menelaus, and some time afterwards I entered into Pythagoras. In the meanwhile I stood about and waited without a house till Mnesarchus should build me one.
MICYLLUS
Without food and drink, my friend?
COCK
Yes, certainly; for they turned out to be unnecessary, except for the body.
MICYLLUS
Well, then, tell me the story of Troy first. Was it all as Homer says?
