We look much blinder than in truth we are,
And with a covert laugh we bungle in
Because a tiny fin-flick sets us free.
Gyges.
We celebrate these games as well.
Kan.
Yes, yes,
After a fashion, ’mongst yourselves. There Dorians
Grip with Ionians, and then, to cap it,
It comes to this—Boeotians join the fray,