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Clouds by Aristophanes
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[Exit Socrates]

For matters of this sort are somehow accustomed to turn
the other way.

[Enter Strepsiades and Phidippides]

Strep. By Mist, you certainly shall not stay here any
longer! But go and gnaw the columns of Megacles.

Phid. My good sir, what is the matter with you, O
father? You are not in your senses, by Olympian Jupiter!

Strep. See, see, "Olympian Jupiter!" What folly! To
think of your believing in Jupiter, as old as you are!

Phid. Why, pray, did you laugh at this?

Strep. Reflecting that you are a child, and have
antiquated notions. Yet, however, approach, that you may
know more; and I will tell you a thing, by learning
which you will be a man. But see that you do not teach
this to any one.

Phid. Well, what is it?

Strep. You swore now by Jupiter.

Phid. I did.

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