took pleasure in theopposition of enemies. When I first

with joy and follow your mother, my little pigs.

Oh! Circe with the potent philtress, who besmear your companions

so filthily, what pleasure I shall have in imitating the son of

Laertes! I will hang you up by your balls, I will rub your nose with

dung like a goat, and like Aristyllus you shall say through your

half-opened lips, "Follow your mother, my little pigs."

Enough of tomfoolery, assume a grave demeanour; unknown to my

master I am going to take bread and meat; and when I have fed well,