Here a duet begins between the Boy and the Chorus.
Boy
Father, would you give me something if I asked for it?
Chorus
Assuredly, my child, but tell me what nice thing do you want me to buy you?
[295]
A set of knuckle-bones, I suppose.
Boy
No, father, I prefer figs; they are better.
Chorus
No, by Zeus! even if you were to hang yourself with vexation.
Boy
Well then, I will lead you no farther.
Chorus
[300]
With my small pay, I am obliged to buy bread, wood, and stew; and now you ask me for figs!