In left hand, with appended stulos prompt)—
"Answer me," she began, "O Poet,—this!
What didst intend by writing in thy play,
Go hang, thou filthy doer?" Struck on heap,
Euripides, at the audacious speech—
"Well now," quoth he, "thyself art just the one
I should imagine fit for deeds of filth!"
She laughingly retorted his own line
"What 's filth,—unless who does it, thinks it so?"
So might he doubtless think. "Farewell," said we.