For thou wilt learn naught which thou ask'st of me.
Her. Ay, by such insolence before
You brought yourself into these woes.
Pr. Plainly know, I would not change
My ill fortune for thy servitude,
For better, I think, to serve this rock
Than be the faithful messenger of Father Zeus.
Thus to insult the insulting it is fit.
Her. Thou seem'st to enjoy thy present state.
Pr. I enjoy? Enjoying thus my enemies
Would I see; and thee 'mong them I count.
Her. Dost thou blame me for aught of thy misfortunes?
Pr. In plain words, all gods I hate,
As many as well treated wrong me unjustly.
Her. I hear thee raving, no slight ail.
Pr. Ay, I should ail, if ail one's foes to hate.
Her. If prosperous, thou couldst not be borne.
Pr. Ah me!
Her. This word Zeus does not know.
Pr. But time growing old teaches all things.
Her. And still thou know'st not yet how to be prudent.
Pr. For I should not converse with thee a servant.
