And all the deviltries of modern fashion.
Not a bad housekeeper though, I will say that—
Slave [examining the lamp, which is going out].—This lamp has got no oil in it.
Strepsiades.—Deuce take you,
Why did you light that thirsty beast of a lamp?
Come here, and you shall catch it.
Slave.—Catch it—why?
Strepsiades [boxes his ears].—For putting such a thick wick in, to be sure.
Well, in due time, this boy of ours was born
To me and my grand lady. First of all,