Slave.
And why so?
Strepsiades.
Because you put in one of those fat, greedy wicks.”
In the “Wasps” the jurors, out before dawn to secure a job at the court-room, pick their way along the dark streets with only the link-boys to guard them against stumbling-stones and refuse.
Member of Chorus.
“Let’s march by the lamp and everywhere look well about, around us,
Lest here or there should be some stone to trip us and confound us.
Boy.
Watch out there, father, father, for this dirt, watch out!