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. No, by Jove, but dried figs, my dear little papa, for they are sweeter.

. I would not, by Jove, if you were even to hang!

. Then, by Jove, I will not conduct you any longer.

. For from this small pay I with two others am obliged to get my barley-meal, and wood, and provision: while you ask me for figs!

. Come now, father, if the Archon should not hold his court of justice to-day, whence shall we buy a breakfast? Are you able to mention any good hope for us two, or "Helle's sacred strait?"

. Apapæ! alas! apapæ! alas! by Jove, I do not know whence we shall have a dinner.

. "Why then, wretched mother, did you bring me forth, in order that you may give me troubles to feed upon?"

. "I wore thee, then, a useless ornament, my little wallet."

. Alas! alas! "It is our fortune to groan."

. (peeping out). My friends, I have been pining away this long while, as I listened to you through the crevice. But indeed I am not able any longer to sing. What shall I do? I am guarded by these; for I have been wishing this long while to go with you to the balloting urns and work