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Scœn. 2.

Strepsiades, Socrates.
Socr.
Save you Strepsiades.

Streps.
The like to you.
First take this bag of meal, for it is fit
We pay our duty to our reverend Master,
Now tell me, has my son attain'd the art
For which I plac'd him with you.

Socr.
Yes exactly.

Streps.
Thanks to deceit, the Queen that governs all things.

Socr.
Now you may overthrow all adversaries.

Streps.
What though a witnesse swear that I have borrowed.

Socr.
I though a thousand swear't.

Streps.
Iò. Iò.
Triumph my boyes, wo to you money-mongers,
You and your bonds, your use on use may hang now,
You'l trouble me no more! O what a son
Have I, that fenceth with a two-edg'd tongue,
My Houses prop and Guardian, my foes terrour,
Quickly come forth, and meet my glad embraces,
Come forth and hear thy Father.

Socr.
See the man.

Streps.
O my dear boy!

Socr.
Away and take him with you.