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We saw everything through a hole in the folding
doors, which had been made by the handle of the door being broken a short time
before; and I was delighted to see him thrashed. But Giton clung to compassion, and
said we ought to open the door and go and rescue him from peril. My indignation was
still awake; I did not hold my hand, I rapped his compassionate head with my sharp
clenched knuckles. He cried and sat down on the bed. I put my eyes to the chink by
turns, and gorged myself on the miseries of Eumolpus like a dainty dish, and
approved their prolongation. Then Bargates, the man in charge of the lodging-house,
was disturbed at his dinner, and two chairmen carried him right into the brawl; for
he had gouty feet. In a furious vulgar voice he made a long oration against
drunkards and escaped slaves, and then he looked at Eumolpus and said, “What,
most learned bard, was it you? Getaway quick, you damned slaves, and keep your
hands from quarrelling.”. .
“My mistress despises me. So curse her for me in rhyme, if you love me, and put
shame into her.” . .
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