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Scœn. 3.

Strepsiades.
Streps.
Mad that I was to trust in Socrates,
And cast off all our Gods; good Mercury
Be not displeas'd, or punish, but forgive me,
That took such paines, and studied to talk idly,
And tell me what I'de best do with these fellowes,

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Sue them or punish 'em some other way—
Th'art in the right, I will not sue them then,
But as thou bidst me set their Nest on fire;
Come Xanthias, come, a fork and ladder quickly.
Get up and pluck the house about their Ears,
Quick if thou lovest thy master; one of you
Go light a torch, and bring it hither strait:
Proud as they are I mean to bring 'em lower.