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MYRTALE
That’s what riles me most of all, Dorio—the way you keep saying you’ve been generous to me and have Beggared yourself for me. Just start from the beginning and reckon up all the gifts you’ve brought me.
DORIO
An excellent idea, Myrtale; let’s do that. First, a pair of shoes from Sicyon worth two drachmas. Put down two drachmas.
MYRTALE
But you spent two nights with me.
DORIO
Then, when I came from Syria, a vase of Phoenician perfume, also costing two drachmas, I swear it by Poseidon.
MYRTALE
But, when you had to sail, I gave you that little waistcoat to wear while rowing. Epiurus, the officer of the fo’c’sle, had left it here by mistake, when he spent a night with me.
DORIO
Epiurus recognised it in Samos the other day, and got it back, though, by heaven, we had quite a fight over it. Then I brought you onions from Cyprus, five fish from the Nile, i. e. κορακῖνος, which abounded in the Nile, and is perhaps Tilapia nilotica. and four perches, on our return from the Bosporus. Oh yes, and a basket with eight ship’s loaves, and a jar of dried figs from Caria, and another time a pair of gilded sandals from Patara, you ungrateful creature! And I remember the time I brought you that great cheese from Gythium. A port in Laconia.
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MYRTALE
All this comes to perhaps five drachmas, Dorio.
