Dikaiopolis: And what does he eat most?
Megarian: whatever you give.
Megarian: But let him ask.
800
Dikaiopolis: Would you eat chickpeas?
Dikaiopolis: What then? The testicles of a Philobolos?
Dikaiopolis: 'But what about you? Would you eat?'
Dicaeopolis: How shrilly you have screamed at my testicles.
Dicaeopolis: Let someone bring in some garlic from inside.
805
Dikaiopolis: to the little pigs. Will they eat them? Oh dear,
Dikaiopolis: how it gurgles, O most honored Heracles.
Dikaiopolis: Where are the piglets? They seem to be from Tragasa.
Megarian: But I did not eat all the figs.
Megarian: for I myself have taken this one.
810
Dikaiopolis: By Zeus, they are a very fine pair of cattle!
Dikaiopolis: How much will I buy the piglets from you? Speak.
Megarian: one of these two, a head of garlic, is a trophy.
Megarian: the other, if you please, is only a half-pint of salt.
Dikaiopolis: I will buy you; wait for me here.
815
Megarian: These things, indeed.
Megarian: Hermes, trade my wife for me!
Megarian: Thus let me be given back both my own mother and my own mother.
Sycophant: 'What sort of man are you?'
Megarian: a pig-seller from Megara.
Sycophant: So then, I will show these piglets here.
Sycophant: [You are] enemies to me and to you.
820
Megarian: That's it, come back again.
Megarian: From here originated the beginning of our troubles.
Sycophant: I am weeping for the Megarians. Will you not leave the sack?
Megarian: Dikaiopolis, Dikaiopolis, I think I see you.
Dikaiopolis: From whom? Who is the one showing himself to you? Agora-nomoi,
Dikaiopolis: Will you not drive the sycophants out at once?
825
Dicaeopolis: But what have you learned to show without a wick?
Sycophant: For I will not reveal the enemies?
Dikaiopolis: "You, at least, are weeping."
Dikaiopolis: unless you run and slander somewhere else.
Megarian: like this evil is in Athens.
Dikaiopolis: take heart, Megarian; but where are the little pigs you sold?
830
Dikaiopolis: take this salt and these garlics.
Dikaiopolis: And hail, many times.
Megarian: But it is not native to us.
Dicaeopolis: 'May meddling now turn to my own ruin.'
Megarian: O little pigs, try to steal even from your father!
Megarian: to hit the fig against the sea, if only someone gives.
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