STREPSIADES. Very well! 'Twill be so much more to the bad to add to the twelve minae. But truly it makes me sad, for I do pity a poor simpleton who says him for a kneading-trough.
AMYNIAS. Woe! ah woe is me!
STREPSIADES. Hold! who is this whining fellow? Can it be one of the gods of Carcinus?[568]
AMYNIAS. Do you want to know who I am? I am a man of misfortune!
STREPSIADES. Get on your way then.
AMYNIAS. Oh! cruel god! Oh Fate, who hath broken the wheels of my chariot! Oh, Pallas, thou hast undone me![569]
STREPSIADES. What ill has Tlepolemus done you?
AMYNIAS. Instead of jeering me, friend, make your son return me the money he has had of me; I am already unfortunate enough.
STREPSIADES. What money?
[568] An Athenian poet, who is said to have left one hundred and sixty tragedies behind him; he only once carried off the prize. Doubtless he had introduced gods or demi-gods bewailing themselves into one of his tragedies.
[569] This exclamation, "Oh! Pallas, thou hast undone me!" and the reply of Strepsiades are borrowed, says the scholiast, from a tragedy by Xenocles, the son of Carcinus. Alcmena is groaning over the death of her brother, Licymnius, who had been killed by Tlepolemus.