To beg thy bellyful.
Ul.Now, lord Eurymachus,
I would that there might be a trial of labour
’Twixt us in springtide, when the days grow long,
In the deep grass; and I would have my scythe,
And thou another, striking blow for blow,
Fasting from dawn till dark: Or give us each
A plow, and for a team four sturdy oxen,
Frammard and toward to break up between us
A stubble of thirty acres; thou shouldst see