To move our bile to hear such insolence.—Anon.
The same.
However, this is still endurable.
But when a paltry fishfag will look big,
Cast down his eyes affectedly, or bend
His eyebrows upwards like a full-strain'd bow,
I burst with rage. Demand what price he asks
For—say two mullets; and he answers straight
"Ten obols."—"Ten? That's dear: will you take eight?"
"Yes, if one fish will serve you."—"Friend, no jokes;