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The insolent dog! Let us go, friend.

Ah! here come the guests, children from the table to relieve themselves; I fancy they also want to hum over what they will be singing presently. Hi! child! what do you reckon to sing? Stand there and give me the opening line.

“Glory to the young warriors. ”

Oh! leave off about your yous warriors, you little wretch; we are at peace and you are an idiot and a rascal.

“The skirmish begins, the hollow bucklers clash against each other.”

Bucklers! Leave me in peace with your bucklers.

“And then there came groanings and shouts of victory.”

Groanings! ah! by Bacchus! look out for yourself, you cursed squaller, if you start wearying us again with your groanings and hollow bucklers.

Then what should I sing? Tell me what pleases you.