Sausage-seller: but the whole of this cake is from me.
Cleon: But you will not have a hare from which to give, but I will.
Sausage-Seller: Alas, where will hares come to me?
Pulley: O fellow, now invent something for a buffoon.
Cleon: Do you see these things, you wretched man?
1195
Ball-seller: It matters little to me.
Sausage-seller: For some men are coming towards me like that.
Ball seller: ambassadors carrying bags of silver.
Sausage-Seller: What is this to you? Will you not let the strangers [go]?
Hare-seller: Oh Demidion, do you see the hares I am bringing you?
Cleon: Alas, wretch, you have violently snatched away my things unjustly.
1200
Sausage-Seller: By Poseidon, and indeed you are from Pylos too.
Demos: Speak, I beg you, how did you contrive to snatch?
Sausage-Seller: The goddess's plan, but my cleverness.
Cleon: But I took a risk, and I certainly roasted it.
Demus: Go away; for it is not [to me] but to the one who placed it that the favor belongs.
1205
Cleon: Alas, wretch, I shall be utterly shameless.
Sausage-Seller: Why do you not distinguish which Demos we have?
Sausage-seller: a man better than you and your belly?
Demos: With what proof, then, could I make use of you?
Demus: Should I appear to judge wisely for the spectators?
1210
Sausage-seller: I will tell you. Go to my chest.
Sausage-seller: Seize him in silence and torture him for what is inside.
Sausage-seller: And the one from Paphlagonia; and indeed you will judge well.
Demos: Come, let me see what is going on.
Sausage-seller: Don't you see [it is] empty?
Allan-toseller: Oh little dog? For I used to carry everything for you.
1215
Demos: This chest thinks the thoughts of the Demos.
Sausage-seller: Now walk and come here to the house of the Paphlagonian.
Sausage-Seller: Do you see these things?
Demos: Alas for the good men, how many there are!
Demus: He put aside as much money as the price of the cake.
Demos: And he gave me a tongue-cutting.
1220
Sausage-seller: But I used to do the same to you before as well.
Sausage-Seller: he was giving you a little of what he was taking,
Sausage-seller: But he himself was setting before himself the larger portions.
Demos: O filthy one, did you steal these things from me and deceive me?
Demos: But I crowned you and gave you a gift.
1225
Cleon: But I stole for the city's good, indeed.
Demos: Put down the crown quickly, so that I [may do something] with this man
Demos: Let him be whistled off.
Sausage-seller: Put it down quickly, you whipper!
Cleon: No, certainly not, since I have a Pythian oracle.
Cleon: Tell me by whom I will be forced to be defeated, alone.
1230