Tell me, my youth, what is your price (πῶς ἴστης) to-day?" He laugh'd, and said, "Why, if I stoop, three obols." "But who," said she, "did give you leave, you wretch, To use your Carian weights in Attica?" Stratocles once made all his friends a present Of kids and shell-fish greatly salted, seeming To have dress'd them carefully, so that his friends Should the next morning be o'erwhelm'd with thirst, And thus protract their drinking, so that he Might draw from them some ample contributions. Therefore Gnathæna said to one of her lovers, Seeing him wavering about his offerings, "After the kids[32] Stratocles brings a storm." Gnathæna, seeing once a thin young man, Of black complexion, lean as any scarecrow, Reeking with oil, and shorter than his fellows, Called him in jest Adonis. When the youth Answer'd her in a rude and violent manner, She looking on her daughter who was with her, Said, "Ah! it serves me right for my mistake." They say that one fine day a youth from Pontus Was sleeping with Gnathæna, and at morn He ask'd her to display her beauties to him. But she replied, "You have no time, for now It is the hour to drive the pigs to feed." [Sidenote: COURTESANS.] 44. He also mentions the following sayings of Gnathænium, who was the grand-daughter of Gnathæna:— It happen'd once that a very aged satrap, Full ninety years of age, had come to Athens, And on the feast of Saturn he beheld Gnathænium with Gnathæna going out From a fair temple sacred to Aphrodite, And noticing her form and grace of motion, He just inquired "How much she ask'd a night?" Gnathæna, looking on his purple robe, And princely body-guard, said, "A thousand drachmæ." He, as if smitten with a mortal wound, Said, "I perceive, because of all these soldiers, You look upon me as a captured enemy; But take five minæ, and agree with me, And let them get a bed prepared for us." She, as the satrap seem'd a witty man, Received his terms, and said, "Give what you like, O father, for I know most certainly, You'll give my daughter twice as much at night." There was at Athens once a handsome smith, When she, Gnathænium, had almost abandon'd Her trade, and would no longer common be, Moved by the love of the actor Andronicus; (But at this moment he was gone away, After she'd brought him a male child;) this smith Then long besought the fair Gnathænium To fix her price; and though she long refused, By long entreaty and liberality, At last he won her over to consent. But being but a rude and ill-bred clown, He, one day sitting with some friends of his In a leather-cutter's shop, began to talk