POVERTY. Who do you think I am?
CHREMYLUS. Some wine-shop keeper or egg-woman. Otherwise you would not have shrieked so loud at us, who have done nothing to you.
POVERTY. Indeed? And have you not done me the most deadly injury by seeking to banish me from every country?
CHREMYLUS. Why, have you not got the Barathrum[771] left? But who are you? Answer me quickly!
POVERTY. I am one that will punish you this very day for having wanted to make me disappear from here.
BLEPSIDEMUS. Might it be the tavern-keeper in my neighbourhood, who is always cheating me in measure?
POVERTY. I am Poverty, who have lived with you for so many years.
BLEPSIDEMUS. Oh! great Apollo! oh, ye gods! whither shall I fly?
CHREMYLUS. Now then! what are you doing? You poltroon! Will you kindly stop here?
BLEPSIDEMUS. Not I.