Do you deem me so brazen as all that, and my words mere lies?
What serious airs the rascal puts on! Look! his legs are already
shrieking, "oh! oh!" They are asking for the shackles and wedges.
It's in the tomb that it's your lot to judge. Why don't you go
there? Charon has given you your ticket.
Plague take you! you cursed rascal, who rail at us and have not
even the heart to tell us why your master has made us come. We were
pressed for time and tired out, yet we came with all haste, and in our