Trygæus.
Here! and this into the bargain (strikes him).
Hierocles.
You will not give me any meat?
Trygæus.
We cannot give you any until the wolf unites with the sheep.
Hierocles.
I will embrace your knees.
Trygæus.
’Tis lost labour, good fellow; you will never smooth the rough spikes of the hedgehog. . . . Come, spectators, join us in our feast.
Hierocles.
And what am I to do?
Trygæus.
You? go and eat the Sibyl.
Hierocles.
No, by the Earth! no, you shall not eat without me; if you do not give, I take; ’tis common property.
Trygæus (to the servant).
Strike, strike this Bacis, this humbugging soothsayer.
Hierocles.
I take to witness . . .
Trygæus.
And I also, that you are a glutton and an impostor. Hold him tight and beat the impostor with a stick.
