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Aye, so that I may not be accused of robbing the State, by blocking up an oar-hole in the galley.

So you would pay ten minæ for a night-stool?

Undoubtedly, you rascal. Do you think I would sell my rump for a thousand drachmæ?

Come, have the money paid over to me.

No, friend; I find it hurts me to sit on. Take it away, I won’t buy.

What is to be done with this trumpet, for which I gave sixty drachmæ the other day?

Pour lead into the hollow and fit a good, long stick to the top; and you will have a balanced cottabos.

Ha! would you mock me?

Well, here’s another notion. Pour in lead as I said, add here a dish hung on strings, and you will have a balance for weighing the figs which you give your slaves in the fields.