Done well! when you have treated with a people who know neither
gods, nor truth, nor faith.

DICAEOPOLIS
We attribute too much to the Laconians; as for myself, I know that
they are not the cause of all our troubles.

CHORUS
Oh, indeed, rascal! You dare to use such language to me and then
expect me to spare you!

DICAEOPOLIS
No, no, they are not the cause of all our troubles, and I who
address you claim to be able to prove that they have much to
complain of in us.

CHORUS
This passes endurance; my heart bounds with fury. Thus you dare to
defend our enemies.

DICAEOPOLIS
Were my head on the block I would uphold what I say and rely on
the approval of the people.

CHORUS
Comrades, let us hurl our stones and dye this fellow purple.

DICAEOPOLIS
What black fire-brand has inflamed your heart! You will not hear
me? You really will not, Acharnians?