Son of Cleonymus
“A Saian is parading with the spotless shield which I regret to say I have thrown into a thicket.”
Trygaeus
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Tell me, you little good-for-nothing, are you singing that for your father?
Son of Cleonymus
“But I saved my life.”
Trygaeus
And dishonored your family. But let us go in; I am very certain, that being the son of such a father, you will never forget this song of the buckler.