STREPSIADES. Oh, my son! oh! oh! what a pleasure to see your pallor! You are ready first to deny and then to contradict; 'tis as clear as noon. What a child of your country you are! How your lips quiver with the famous, "What have you to say now?" How well you know, I am certain, to put on the look of a victim, when it is you who are making both victims and dupes! and what a truly Attic glance! Come, 'tis for you to save me, seeing it is you who have ruined me.
PHIDIPPIDES. What is it you fear then?
STREPSIADES. The day of the old and the new.
PHIDIPPIDES. Is there then a day of the old and the new?
STREPSIADES. The day on which they threaten to pay deposit against me.
PHIDIPPIDES. Then so much the worse for those who have deposited! for 'tis not possible for one day to be two.
STREPSIADES. What?
PHIDIPPIDES. Why, undoubtedly, unless a woman can be both old and young at the same time.
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