PISTHETAERUS. We are agreed to sweep all quacks and impostors far from our borders.
METON. Then I'm off.
PISTHETAERUS. I fear me 'tis too late. The thunder growls already. (Beats him.)
METON. Oh, woe! oh, woe!
PISTHETAERUS. I warned you. Now, be off, and do your surveying somewhere else. (Meton takes to his heels.)
AN INSPECTOR. Where are the Proxeni?[296]
PISTHETAERUS. Who is this Sardanapalus?[297]
INSPECTOR. I have been appointed by lot to come to Nephelococcygia as inspector.[298]
PISTHETAERUS. An inspector! and who sends you here, you rascal?
INSPECTOR. A decree of Taleas.[299]