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Come, pull harder, harder.

Heave away, heave, heave, oh!

Still harder, harder still.

Heave away, heave! Heave away, heave, heave, oh!

Come, come, there is no working together. Come! all pull at the same instant! you Bœotians are only pretending. Beware!

Come, heave away, heave!

Hi! you two pull as well.

Why, I am pulling, I am hanging on to the rope and straining till I am almost off my feet; I am working with all my might.

Why does not the work advance then?

Lamachus, this is too bad! You are in the way, sitting there. We have no use for your Medusa’s head, friend.

But hold, the Argives have not pulled the least bit; they have done nothing but laugh at us for our pains while they were getting gain with both hands.