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. It is no use, by Jupiter! Having reclined yourself down here—

. What must I do?

. Think out some of your own affairs.

. Not here, pray, I beseech you; but, if I must, suffer me to excogitate these very things on the ground.

. There is no other way. [Exit Socrates.]

. Unfortunate man that I am! what a penalty shall I this day pay to the bugs!

. Now meditate and examine closely; and roll yourself about in every way, having wrapped yourself up; and quickly, when you fall into a difficulty, spring to another mental contrivance. But let delightful sleep be absent from your eyes.

. Attatai! attatai!

. What ails you? why are you distressed?

. Wretched man, I am perishing! The Corinthians, coming out from the bed, are biting me, and devouring my sides, and drinking up my life-blood, and tearing away my testicles, and digging through my breech, and will annihilate me.

. Do not now be very grievously distressed.

. Why, how, when my money is gone, my complexion gone, my life gone, and my slipper gone? And furthermore in addition to these evils, with singing the night-watches, I am almost gone myself. [Re-enter Socrates.]