Philocleon: Never while I am alive shall I strip off this one,
Philocleon: since he alone saved me when I was lying stretched out,
Philocleon: when the great north wind marched against it.
Bdelycleon: It seems that you desire to suffer nothing good.
1125
Philocleon: By Zeus, for it is by no means beneficial to me.
Philocleon: for even before now I was filled with charcoal-burners.
Philocleon: He has paid the fuller the three-obol debt.
Bdelucleon: But let him try it, since he has once
Bdelukleôn: you have surrendered yourself to me to do me good.
1130
Philocleon: So what do you order me to do?
Bdelucleon: "Let go of the cloak."
Bdelycleon: put on this cloak like a Cynic.
Philocleon: "Then one ought to plant and raise children,"
Philocleon: Does this fellow want to choke me right now?
Bdelycleon: Take this and put it off, and do not chatter.
1135
Philocleon: What is this evil, by all the gods?
Bdeluclion: some call it a Persian rug, others a sheepskin.
Philocleon: And I thought Sisura was Thymaitides.
Bdelycleon: Nor is it surprising; for you have not gone to Sardis.
Bdelucléon: You would have known, for now you do not know.
1140
Philocleon: By Zeus, not so! But it seems to me
Philocleon: He most resembles the snout of a pig.
Bdeluclion: No, but in Ecbatana these things are being woven.
Philocleon: In Ecbatana do thistles grow?
Bdelycleon: Where are you, my good man? But this is for the barbarians.
1145
Bdelucleon: It is woven with many expenses. This, indeed,
Bdelycleon: he has bought a talent's worth of wool easily.
Philocleon: Well, then, it was surely right to call her an old woman.
Philocleon: more just than a dog?
BDELUCLEON: Hold on, good man,
Bdelycleon: Stand up, struggling to breathe.
1150
Philocleon: Alas, wretched me!
Philocleon: How hotly that filthy one cursed me.
Bdelycleon: "Will you not delay?"
Philocleon: By Zeus, not I. But, good sir,
Philokleon: if indeed it is necessary, carry me on a mat.
Bdelucléon: Come now, but I will wrap you up; so then, go on.
Philocleon: Put it on, but also put on a meat-hook.
1155
Bdelycleon: What is it? What then?
Philocleon: so that you may lead me out before I have been utterly torn apart.
Bdelycleon: Come now, untie the accursed slippers,
Bdelycleon: Having done these things, put on the Spartan shoes.
Philocleon: for I would dare to put on shoes at some point
Philocleon: blows from hostile men, blows from enemies?
1160
Bdelycleon: Put it in, then, and get out with all your might!
Bdelycles: having accomplished [it] into Laconia.
Philocleon: You have been stung, you!
Philocleon: stepping down into the hostile [ground] with his foot.
Bdelycleon: Bring the other one too.
Philocleon: not at all, indeed, since
Philocleon: there is one of his fingers that is very fond of biting.
1165
Bdelucleon: There is nothing else beside these things.
Philocleon: Whoever will not get a crumb in his old age, I will not take.
Bdelycleon: Finish it, put on your shoes at last; then, richly.
Bdelycleon: Step forward thus and give a little tender shake.
