Cleon.————————————Mine come from Bacis.[104]
Demus (to Saus.) And yours?
Saus.——————————From Glanis, sir, his elder brother.
Demus. Now mould them for my ears.
Cleon.—————————————It shall be done, sir.
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(Reads.) In Athens the sacred, a cry’s heard for help,
A woman’s in labour—a lion her whelp.
For warfare he’s born, and will fight by the great,
With the ants, and the gnats, and the vermin of state.
On gratitude rests it this wall to environ
With a wall of stout wood, and a turret of iron.
Demus. Dost reach him? (to Saus.)
Saus.————————————Sir, not I.
Cleon.–———————————————And yet the god
Speaks clear. I am the lion, and I claim
Protection.