Dionysus.
Nonsense, my good woman,
You don't know what you're saying.
Plathanê.
Did you think
I wouldn't know you in those high-heeled boots?
Landlady.
And all the salt-fish I've not mentioned yet. . . .
Plathanê. (to Landlady).
No, you poor thing; and all the good fresh cheese
The man kept swallowing, and the baskets with it!
Landlady. (to Xanthias).
And when he saw me coming for the money
Glared like a wild bull! Yes, and roared at me!
Xanthias.
Just what he does! His manners everywhere.
Landlady.
Tugged at his sword! Pretended to be mad!
Plathanê.
Yes, you poor thing; I don't know how you bore it!
Landlady.
And we got all of a tremble, both of us.
And ran up the ladder to the loft! And he,
He tore the matting up—and off he went!
