CLISTHENES (_to Mnesilochus_). Hi! you there! where are you off to? Stop
there. What are you running away for?
MNESILOCHUS. I want to relieve myself.
CLISTHENES. The shameless thing! Come, hurry yourself; I will wait here
for you.
CHORUS. Wait for her and examine her closely; 'tis the only one we do
not know.
CLISTHENES. You are a long time about your business.
MNESILOCHUS. Aye, my god, yes; 'tis because I am unwell, for I ate cress
yesterday.[598]
CLISTHENES. What are you chattering about cress? Come here and be quick.
MNESILOCHUS. Oh! don't pull a poor sick woman about like that.
CLISTHENES. Tell me, who is your husband?
MNESILOCHUS. My husband? Do you know a certain individual at
Cothocidae[599]...?
CLISTHENES. Whom do you mean? Give his name.
MNESILOCHUS. 'Tis an individual to whom the son of a certain individual
one day....
CLISTHENES. You are drivelling! Let's see, have you ever been here
before?
MNESILOCHUS. Why certainly, every year.