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Euelpides
You are the sole cause of all our trouble. [340] Why did you bring me from down yonder? Pisthetaerus
To have you with me. Euelpides
Say rather to have me melt into tears. Pisthetaerus
Go on! you are talking nonsense. How will you weep with your eyes pecked out?
Aristophanes. Birds. The Complete Greek Drama, vol. 2. Eugene O'Neill, Jr. New York. Random House. 1938.
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