Artotrogus. Whatever it was you were going to say.
Pyrgopolinices. Have you got your tablets?
Artotrogus. Are you intending to enlist some one? I have them, and a pen as well.
Pyrgopolinices. How quickly you guess my thoughts!
Artotrogus. ’Tis fit that I should study your inclinations, so that whatever you wish should first occur to me.
Pyrgopolinices. What do you remember?
Artotrogus. I do remember this: In Cilicia there were a hundred and fifty men, a hundred in Cryphiolathronia, thirty at Sardis, sixty men of Macedon, whom you slaughtered altogether in one day.
Pyrgopolinices. What is the sum total of those men?
Artotrogus. Seven thousand.
Pyrgopolinices. It must be as much; you keep the reckoning well.