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Cursed fate! I am ruined. Here are helmets, for which I gave a mina each. What am I to do with them? who will buy them?

Go and sell them to the Egyptians; they will do for measuring loosening medicines.

Ah! poor helmet-maker, things are indeed in a bad way.

That man has no cause for complaint.

But helmets will be no more used.

Let him learn to fit a handle to them and he can sell them for more money.

Let us be off, comrade.

No, I want to buy these spears.

What will you give?

If they could be split in two, I would take them at a drachma per hundred to use as vine-props.