PEACE
First Servant.
Quick, quick, bring the dung-beetle his cake.
Second Servant.
Coming, coming.
First Servant.
Give it to him, and may it kill him!
Second Servant.
May he never eat a better.
First Servant.
Now give him this other one kneaded up with ass’s dung.
Second Servant.
There! I’ve done that too.
First Servant.
And where’s what you gave him just now; surely he can’t have devoured it yet!
Second Servant.
Indeed he has; he snatched it, rolled it between his feet and boiled it.
First Servant.
Come, hurry up, knead up a lot and knead them stiffly.
Second Servant.
Oh, scavengers, help me in the name of the gods, if you do not wish to see me fall down choked.
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