Whole holidays, as if he read the stars.
He lies awake o’ nights adreaming of them.
But, so may yonder Muses prosper you,
Give him in stripes no less than——
Lampriskos. Right you are.
Here, Euthias, Kokkalos, and Phillos, hoist him
Upon your backs.[267] I like your goings on,
My boy. I’ll teach you manners. Where’s my strap,
The stinging cow’s-tail!
Kottalos. By the Muses, Sir,