Pist. Is that the sort of man?
Ablig. He is a determined, courageous man, prompt with blows. He compensates for the slowness of his tongue by the swiftness of his hands.
Pist. Here, bring the beer-jug. My palate, throat, gullet are parched with thirst.
Ablig.
Et gravis attrita pendebat cantharus ansa.[65]
Vergil, Eclogue, 6, 17.
Claudere quae coenas lactuca solebat avorum,
Dic mihi, cur nostros inchoat illa dapes?[66]
Martial, Epigram, 13, 14.