The name they call themselves, it’s such a long one;
Very hard thinkers—but they’re first-rate men.
Pheidippides.—Faugh! vulgar fellows—I know ’em.
Dirty vagabonds,
Like Socrates there and Chærephon; a low set.
Strepsiades.—Pray hold your tongue—don’t show your ignorance,
But, if you care at all for your old father,
Be one of them; now do, and cut the turf.
Pheidippides.—Not I, by Bacchus! not if you would give me
That team of Arabs which Leogoras drives.