He with his long hair, is riding horses and driving curricles, and dreaming of horses while I am driven to distraction, as I see the moon bringing on the twentieths for the interest is running on.
Lies down, and then almost immediately starts up again.īut I am not able, miserable man, to sleep, being tormented by my expenses, and my stud of horses, and my debts, through this son of mine. Well, if it is the fashion, let us snore wrapped up. Neither does this excellent youth awake through the night but takes his ease, wrapped up in five blankets.
My domestics are snoring but they would not have done so heretofore! May you perish then, O war! For many reasons because I may not even punish my domestics. Ah me! Ah me! O King Jupiter, of what a terrible length the nights are! Will it never be day? And yet long since I heard the cock.
Scene: The interior of a sleeping-apartment: Strepsiades, Phidippides, and two servants are in their beds a small house is seen at a distance.
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