CHAPTER THE FIFTY-EIGHTH.

Giton, who had been standing at my feet, and who had for some time been

holding in his laughter, burst into an uproarious guffaw, at this last

figure of speech, and when Ascyltos' adversary heard it, he turned his

abuse upon the boy. "What's so funny, you curly-headed onion," he

bellowed, "are the Saturnalia here, I'd like to know? Is it December

now?

"When did you pay your twentieth? What's this to you, you gallows-bird,

you crow's meat? I'll call the anger of Jupiter down on you and that

master of yours, who don't keep you in better order. If I didn't respect

my fellow-freedmen, I'd give you what is coming to you right here on the

spot, as I hope to get my belly full of bread, I would. We'll get along

well enough, but those that can't control you are fools; like master like

man's a true saying. I can hardly hold myself in and I'm not hot-headed

by nature, but once let me get a start and I don't care two cents for my

own mother. All right, I'll catch you in the street, you rat, you

toadstool. May I never grow an inch up or down if I don't push your

master into a dunghill, and I'll give you the same medicine, I will, by

Hercules, I will, no matter if you call down Olympian Jupiter himself!

I'll take care of your eight inch ringlets and your two cent master into

the bargain. I'll have my teeth into you, either you'll cut out the

laughing, or I don't know myself. Yes, even if you had a golden beard.

I'll bring the wrath of Minerva down on you and on the fellow that first

made a come-here out of you. No, I never learned geometry or criticism

or other foolishness like that, but I know my capital letters and I can

divide any figure by a hundred, be it in asses, pounds or sesterces.

Let's have a show-down, you and I will make a little bet, here's my coin;

you'll soon find out that your father's money was wasted on your

education, even if you do know a little rhetoric. How's this--what part

of us am I? I come far, I come wide, now guess me! I'll give you

another. What part of us runs but never moves from its place? What part

of us grows but always grows less? But you scurry around and are as

flustered and fidgeted as a mouse in a piss-pot. Shut up and don't annoy

your betters, who don't even know that you've been born. Don't think

that I'm impressed by those boxwood armlets that you did your mistress

out of. Occupo will back me! Let's go into the forum and borrow money,

then you'll see whether this iron ring means credit! Bah! A draggled

fox is a fine sight, ain't it'? I hope I never get rich and die decently

so that the people will swear by my death, if I don't hound you

everywhere with my toga turned inside out. And the fellow that taught

you such manners did a good job too, a chattering ape, all right, no

schoolmaster. We were better taught. 'Is everything in its place?' the

master would ask; go straight home and don't stop and stare at everything

and don't be impudent to your elders. Don't loiter along looking in at

the shops. No second raters came out of that school. I'm what you see

me and I thank the gods it's all due to my own cleverness."

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