The Frogs by Aristophanes
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page 18 of 91 (19%)
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Unless he has fought for his bodyrights at sea.
XAN. I couldn't go. I'd got the eye-disease. CHAR. Then fetch a circuit round about the lake. XAN. Where must I wait? CHAR. Beside the Withering stone, Hard by the Rest. DIO. You understand? XAN. Too well. O, what ill omen crost me as I started! CHAR. (_To DIO._) Sit to the oar. (_Calling._) Who else for the boat? Be quick. (_To DIO._) Hi! what are you doing? DIO. What am I doing? Sitting On to the oar. You told me to, yourself. CHAR. Now sit you there, you little Potgut. DIO. So? CHAR. Now stretch your arms full length before you. DIO. So? |
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