Meg. Heaven be praised!
Ο blessed Mercury, if I could but manage
To make such another bargain for my wife,
I'd do it to-morrow, or my mother either. 1070
Enter Informer.
Inf. Fellow, from whence?
Meg. From Megara with my pigs.
Inf. Then I denounce your pigs, and you yourself,
As belonging to the enemy.
Meg. There it is!
The beginning of all our troubles over again.[1]
Inf. I'll teach you to come Megarising here:
Let go of the sack there.
Meg. Dicæopolis!
Ho, Dicæopolis! there's a fellow here
Denouncing me.
Dic. Denouncing is he? Constables,
Why don't you keep the market clear of sycophants?
You fellow, I must inform ye, your informing 1080
Is wholly illegal and informal here.
Inf. What, giving information against the enemy;
Is that prohibited?
Dic. At your peril! Carry
Your information to some other market.
Meg. What a plague it is at Athens, this informing!
Dic. Ο never fear, Megarian; take it there,
The payment for your pigs, the salt and onions:
And fare you well.
Meg. That's not the fashion amongst us.
We've not been used to faring well.
Dic. No matter.
If it's offensive, I'll revoke the wish; 1090
And imprecate it on myself instead. [Exit.
Meg. There now, my little pigs, you must contrive
To munch your bread with salt, if you can get it. [Exit.
- ↑ See p. 25, lines 655–659.
