H. Where's there a stone?
D. Who wants it?
H. Or a pike?
D. Mere raving this, or verse-making belike.
H. Unless you're off at once, you'll join the eight
Who do their digging down at my estate.
SATIRE VIII.
UT NASIDIENI.
HORACE. FUNDANIUS.
HORACE.
That rich Nasidienus—let me hear
How yesterday you relished his good cheer:
For when I tried to get you, I was told
You'd been there since the day was six hours old.