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Innkeeper's Wife Wine-witted knave, deer-hearted and dog-eyed, Thersites, babbler loose, that nought availest In council, nought in arms; most valiant daw, That with thine aimless chatter chidest kings,— First Master. My rascal to a T.
Innkeeper's Wife The dog in thee—for thou art dog and goat And lion—doth a blasting fury breathe.
Innkeeper Wife, wife! the dogs have been too many for you; ay, and for your virtue, so men say.
Hera Hope for the best; some little Cerberus or Geryon shall call you father, and Heracles have employment again.—Ah, no need to knock: here they come.
First Master Ha, Cantharus, have I got you? What, nothing to say for yourself? Let us see what you have in that wallet; beans, no doubt, or a crust of bread.
Hera Bread, indeed! Gold, a purseful of it!
Hera That need not surprise you. In Greece, you see, he was a Cynic, but here he is all for golden Chrysippus. Next you will see him dangling, Cleanthes-likeSee Cleanthes in Notes., by his beard, and serve the dirty fellow right.
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Second Master Ha, you rascal there, am I mistaken, or are you my lost Lecythio? Lecythio it is, What a figure! Lecythio a philosopher! I'll believe anything after this.
Hera Does none of you know anything about this other?
Third Master Oh yes, he is_mine; but he may go hang for me.
Third Master Ah, he’s a sadly leaky vessel, is Rosolio, as we used to call him.
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Hera Gracious Heracles! did you hear that? Rosolio with wallet and stick!—Friend, here is your wife again.
