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Like him, again.

But something must be done!

Run, you, and fetch me my protector, Cleon.

And you fetch me Hyperbolus, if you meet him.

Then we shall crush him!

Oh, that ugly jaw!

If I could throw a stone, I'ld like to break

Those wicked teeth that ground my larder dry!

And I should like to fling you in the pit!

And I should like to get a scythe, and cut

That throat that swallowed all my sausages.

Well, I'll go straight to Cleon, and this same day

We'll worm them out in a law-court, come what may!

[The and  ''go off in different directions. A painful silence ensues. At length:''

Plague take me! No friend left me in the world.

Except old Xanthias!