Strep. Most readily and easily.

Soc. Tell me, pray.

Strep. Well now, I'll tell you. If, while one suit was
still pending, before mine was called on, I were to run
away and hang myself.

Soc. You talk nonsense.

Strep. By the gods, would I! For no one will bring
action against me when I am dead.

Soc. You talk nonsense. Begone; I can't teach you any
longer.

Strep. Why so? Yea, by the gods, O Socrates!

Soc. You straightaway forget whatever you learn. For
what now was the first thing you were taught? Tell me.

Strep. Come, let me see: nay, what was the first? What
was the fist? Nay, what was the thing in which we knead
our flour? Ah me! What was it?

Soc. Will you not pack off to the devil, you most
forgetful and most stupid old man?

Strep. Ah me, what then, pray will become of me,