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For a fellow-drinker of his once, seeing his wife at a banquet, said, "O Anacharsis, you have married an ugly woman." And he replied, "Indeed I think so too, but however now, give me, O boy, a cup of stronger wine, that I may make her out beautiful."

65. After this Ulpian, pledging one of his companions, said,—But, my dear friend, according to Antiphanes, who says, in his Countryman—

A. Shut now your eyes, and drink it all at once.
B. 'Tis a great undertaking.
                               A. Not for one
     Who has experience in mighty draughts.

Drink then, my friend; and—

                    A. Let us not always drink

(as the same Antiphanes says, in his Wounded Man,)

     Full cups, but let some reason and discussion
     Come in between, and some short pretty songs;
     Let some sweet strophes sound. There is no work,
     Or only one at least, I tell you true,
     In which some variation is not pleasant.
B. Give me, then, now at once, I beg you, wine,
     Strengthening the limbs ([Greek: arkesigyion]), as says Euripides—
A. Aye, did Euripides use such a word?
B. No doubt—who else?
                         A. It may have been Philoxenus,
     'Tis all the same; my friend, you now convict me,
     Or seek to do so, for one syllable.

And he said,—But who has ever used this form [Greek: pithi]? And Ulpian replied,—Why, you are all in the dark, my friend, from having drunk such a quantity of wine. You have it in Cratinus, in his Ulysseses,—

Take now this cup, and when you've taken, drink it ([Greek: pithi]),
And then ask me my name.

And Antiphanes, in his Mystic, says—

A. Still drink ([Greek: pithi]), I bid you.
                                              B. I'll obey you, then,
     For certainly a goblet's figure is
     A most seductive shape, and fairly worthy
     The glory of a festival. We have—
     Have not we? (for it is not long ago)—
     Drunk out of cruets of vile earthenware.
     May the Gods now, my child, give happiness
     And all good fortune to the clever workman
     For the fair shape that he bestow'd on thee.

And Diphilus, in his Bath, says—