Save wife and child and home and liberty,—
I would chew sliced salt-fish, bear snow—nay, starve,
If need were,—and by much prefer the choice!'
Why, friend, your genuine hero, all the while,
Has been—who served precisely for your butt—
Kleonumos that, wise, cast shield away
On battle-ground; cried 'Cake my buckler be,
Embossed with cream-clot! peace, not war, I choose,
Holding with Dikaiopolis!' Comedy
Shall triumph, Dikaiopolis win assent,