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By what I hear, not slight thy madness is.

Mad let me be, if to hate foes be madness.

Unbearable wert thou if prosperous.

Alas!

That word, I trow, Zeus knoweth not.

Time as it waxeth old can all things teach.

But thou not yet hast sober wisdom learned.

Else I with thee, a menial, had not talked.

It seems thou'lt answer nought the sire demands.

Grace since I owe him, grace must I repay.

Thou floutest me as though a child I were!

Art not a child, ay, simpler than a child,

If thou expectest aught to learn from me?