Ant.By heaven, this beggar
Grows to be some one: let us drive him forth.
Amph. Peace, peace!
Ant.See where he stands.
Eur. (to Amph.). Wilt thou protect him?
Tel. Lords, are ye mad? The god disturbs your wits.
Else what ye have drunk declares ’tis time ye part.
Ant. Then list to me. Let us begone, but first
Rouse we the game: start we this beggar hence,
And hunt him at the spear-point thro’ the town.