SAUSAGE-SELLER. I will daub you with dung if you open your mouth. CLEON. I own I am a thief; do you admit yourself another. SAUSAGE-SELLER. By our Hermes of the market-place, if caught in the act, why, I perjure myself before those who saw me. CLEON. These are my own special tricks. I will denounce you to the Prytanes[38] as the owner of sacred tripe, that has not paid tithe. CHORUS. Oh! you scoundrel! you impudent bawler! everything is filled with your daring, all Attica, the Assembly, the Treasury, the decrees, the tribunals. As a furious torrent you have overthrown our city; your outcries have deafened Athens and, posted upon a high rock, you have lain in wait for the tribute moneys as the fisherman does for the tunny-fish. CLEON. I know your tricks; 'tis an old plot resoled.[39] SAUSAGE-SELLER. If you know naught of soling, I understand nothing of sausages; you, who cut bad leather on the slant to make it look stout and deceive the country yokels. They had not worn it a day before it had stretched some two spans. DEMOSTHENES 'Tis the very trick he served me; both my neighbours and my friends laughed heartily at me, and before I reached Pergasae[40] I was swimming in my shoes. CHORUS. Have you not always shown that blatant impudence, which is the sole strength of our orators? You push it so far, that you, the head of the State, dare to milk the purses of the opulent aliens and, at sight of you, the son of Hippodamus[41] melts into tears. But here is another man, who gives me pleasure, for he is a much greater rascal than you; he will overthrow you; 'tis easy to see, that he will beat you in roguery, in brazenness and in clever turns. Come, you, who have been brought up among the class which to-day gives us all our great men, show us that a liberal education is mere tomfoolery. SAUSAGE-SELLER. Just hear what sort of fellow that fine citizen is. CLEON. Will you not let me speak? SAUSAGE-SELLER. Assuredly not, for I also am a sad rascal. CHORUS. If he does not give in at that, tell him your parents were sad rascals too. CLEON. Once more, will you not let me speak? SAUSAGE-SELLER. No, by Zeus! CLEON. Yes, by Zeus, but you shall! SAUSAGE-SELLER. No, by Posidon! We will fight first to see who shall speak first. CLEON. I will die sooner. SAUSAGE-SELLER. I will not let you.... CHORUS. Let him, in the name of the gods, let him die. CLEON. What makes you so bold as to dare to speak to my face? SAUSAGE-SELLER. 'Tis that I know both how to speak and how to cook.