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That must make Aeschylus angry, I should think?

Well, he did stoop and glower like a mad bull.

Who'll be the judge?

That was a difficulty.

Both found an utter dearth of proper critics;

For Aeschylus objected to the Athenians.

Perhaps he thought the jail-folk rather many?

And all the world beside, he thought mere dirt

At seeing what kind of thing a poet was.

So, in the end, they fixed upon your master

As having much experience in the business.

But come in; when the master's face looks grave

There's mostly trouble coming for the slave.

[They go into the house.

Eftsoons shall dire anger interne be the Thunderer's portion

When his foe's glib tusk fresh whetted for blood he descries;

Then fell shall his heart be, and mad; and a pallid distortion

Descend as a cloud on his eyes.