Pheidippides [talking in his sleep].—That’s not fair,
Philo! Keep your own side of the course!
Strepsiades.—Ay, there he goes! that’s what is ruining me;
He’s always racing, even in his dreams.
Pheidippides [awaking].—Good heavens! my dear father,
What makes you groan and toss so all night long?
Strepsiades.—There’s a sheriff’s officer at me—in the bedclothes.
Pheidippides.—Lie quiet, sir, do pray, and let me sleep.
Strepsiades.—Sleep, if you like; but these debts, I can tell you,
Will fall on your own head some day, young man.