STREPSIADES. Oh! I am a dead man! Here are these cursed Corinthians[539] advancing upon me from all corners of the couch; they are biting me, they are gnawing at my sides, they are drinking all my blood, they are twitching off my testicles, they are exploring all up my back, they are killing me! SOCRATES. Not so much wailing and clamour, if you please. STREPSIADES. How can I obey? I have lost my money and my complexion, my blood and my slippers, and to cap my misery, I must keep awake on this couch, when scarce a breath of life is left in me. SOCRATES. Well now! what are you doing? are you reflecting? STREPSIADES. Yes, by Posidon! SOCRATES. What about? STREPSIADES. Whether the bugs will not entirely devour me. SOCRATES. May death seize you, accursed man! STREPSIADES. Ah! it has already. SOCRATES. Come, no giving way! Cover up your head; the thing to do is to find an ingenious alternative. STREPSIADES. An alternative! ah! I only wish one would come to me from within these coverlets! SOCRATES. Hold! let us see what our fellow is doing. Ho! you! are you asleep? STREPSIADES. No, by Apollo! SOCRATES. Have you got hold of anything? STREPSIADES. No, nothing whatever. SOCRATES. Nothing at all! STREPSIADES. No, nothing but my tool, which I've got in my hand. SOCRATES. Are you not going to cover your head immediately and ponder? STREPSIADES. Over what? Come, Socrates, tell me. SOCRATES. Think first what you want, and then tell me. STREPSIADES. But I have told you a thousand times what I want. 'Tis not to pay any of my creditors. SOCRATES. Come, wrap yourself up; concentrate your mind, which wanders too lightly, study every detail, scheme and examine thoroughly. STREPSIADES. Oh, woe! woe! oh dear! oh dear! SOCRATES. Keep yourself quiet, and if any notion troubles you, put it quickly aside, then resume it and think over it again. STREPSIADES. My dear little Socrates! SOCRATES. What is it, old greybeard? STREPSIADES. I have a scheme for not paying my debts. SOCRATES. Let us hear it. STREPSIADES. Tell me, if I purchased a Thessalian witch, I could make the moon descend during the night and shut it, like a mirror, into a round box and there keep it carefully.... SOCRATES. How would you gain by that? STREPSIADES. How? Why, if the moon did not rise, I would have no interest to pay. SOCRATES. Why so? STREPSIADES. Because money is lent by the month. SOCRATES. Good! but I am going to propose another trick to you. If you were condemned to pay five talents, how would you manage to quash that verdict? Tell me. STREPSIADES. How? how? I don't know, I must think. SOCRATES. Do you always shut your thoughts within yourself. Let your ideas fly in the air, like a may-bug, tied by the foot with a thread. STREPSIADES. I have found a very clever way to annul that conviction; you will admit that much yourself. SOCRATES. What is it?