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Surely 'twould the matter worsen,

If I saw this low-bred person

On his cushions sprawling, so,

Served him drinking, watched him winking:—

If he knew what I was thinking—

And he would, for certain, know,

Being a mighty shrewd deviser

Of such fancies—with a blow

P'raps he'd loosen an incisor

From the forefront of my row!

[During this song there has entered along the street a, who is soon followed by her servant,.

Ho, Plathanê, here, I want you, Plathanê!

Here is that scamp who came to the inn before,

Ate sixteen loaves of bread.

Why, so it is:

The very man!

Here's fun for somebody.

And twenty plates of boiled meat, half-an-obol

At every gulp!

Some one'll catch it now!

And all that garlic.