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You are lost, you are dead.

On what day?

This instant.

But I have not provided myself with flour and cheese yet to start for death.

You are kneaded and ground already, I tell you.

Hah! I have not yet tasted that gentle pleasure.

Don’t you know that Zeus has decreed death for him who is surprised exhuming Peace?

What! must I really and truly die?

You must.

Well then, lend me three drachmæ to buy a young pig; I wish to have myself initiated before I die.

Oh! Zeus, the Thunderer!

I adjure you in the name of the gods, master, don’t denounce us!