MNESILOCHUS. Have I told how you attributed to yourself the male child your slave had just borne and gave her your little daughter?
THIRD WOMAN. This insult calls for vengeance. Look out for your hair!
MNESILOCHUS. By Zeus! don't touch me.
THIRD WOMAN. There!
MNESILOCHUS. There! tit for tat! (They exchange blows.)
THIRD WOMAN. Hold my cloak, Philista!
MNESILOCHUS. Come on then, and by Demeter …
THIRD WOMAN. Well! what?
MNESILOCHUS. … I'll make you disgorge the sesame-cake you have eaten.[595]
CHORUS. Cease wrangling! I see a woman[596] running here in hot haste.
Keep silent, so that we may hear the better what she has to say.