Celia: I'm not working by the hour or the day.
Conan: Look now at Penelope of the Greeks,
and all her riches, and her man not at hand to urge
her, how well she sat at the loom from morn till
night till she'd have the makings of a suit of frieze.
Celia: Ah, that was in the ancient days, when
you wouldn't buy it made and ready in the shops.
Conan: Will you so much as go to find a towel
would take the dust off of the panes of glass?
Celia: I wonder at you craving to disturb the
spider and it after making its web.
Conan: Well, go sit idle outside. I wouldn't
wish to be looking at you! Aristotle that said a
lazy body is all one with a lazy mind. You'll be
begging your bread through the world's streets
before your poll will be grey.
(Sings.)
"You'll dye your petticoat, you'll dye it red,
And through the world you'll beg your bread;
And you not hearkening to e'er a word I said,