Old Woman: Don't bring the torch to me.
Chremylus: Well, he speaks truly.
Chremylus: for if one single spark seizes it
Chremylus: He will burn it like an old ship.
Young Man: Do you want to play with me for a while?
1055
Old Woman: Where are you going, you wretch?
Young Man: There, take the walnuts.
Old Woman: a little girl?
Young man: How many teeth do you have?
Chremylus: But I will find out.
Chremylus: And I too, for he has perhaps three or four.
Young Man: Pay up, for he wears only one nail.
Woman: You do not seem to me to be well, with your talents of men,
1060
Old Woman: While you are washing me in the midst of so many men.
Young Man: I wish that someone were washing you.
Chremylus: Not at all, since now it is in a retail manner,
Chremylus: but if this white lead is washed out,
Chremylus: You will see the rags of his face clearly.
1065
Old Woman: Although you are an old man, you do not seem to me to be healthy.
Young man: Well, perhaps you will try even the little breasts.
Young Man: He seems to be trying to touch you, but he is trying to escape my notice.
Old Woman: By Aphrodite, it is not [my fault], you wretch.
Chremylus: By Hecate, not at all; for I would go mad.
1070
Chremylus: But, young man, I will not allow the girl.
Chremylus: to hate her like this.
Young Man: But I love him greatly.
Chremylus: And indeed he accuses you.
Young man: 'What is he accusing?'
Chremylus: he says that you are a brute and that you say that
Chremylus: In times long past, the Milesians were valiant.
1075
Young Man: I shall not fight with you about this matter.
Young man: ashamed of your age, since
Young Man: I would never entrust this to another to do.
Young man: Now go away, rejoicing, having taken hold of the little girl.
Chremylus: I know, I know the mind; perhaps you no longer deserve it.
1080
Chremylus: She is with him.
OLD WOMAN: And who is the one who will give it over?
Young Man: I would not have conversed with her while she was being entangled.
Young man: By ten thousand years and three thousand.
Chremylus: Nevertheless, since you also deemed the wine worthy,
Chremylus: you have to drink along with the must.
1085
Young Man: But it is indeed a very old and rotten mess.
Chremylus: Will a vintager then cure all these things?
Young Man: But come inside, for I wish to offer a sacrifice to the god.
Young Man: to come and hang up these crowns which I have.
OLD WOMAN: But I want to tell him something as well.
1090
Young Man: But I certainly will not go in.
Chremylus: Have courage, do not be afraid.
Chremylus: For he will not be forced.
Young Man: Very well, then, you speak.
Young Man: For I had given her enough time before.
Old Woman: Go! I will enter after you.
Chremylus: How strongly, O king Zeus, the old woman!
1095
Chremylus: Just as he was holding the basket to the boy.