Part 34

The MAGISTRATE comes forward.

HERALD

What here gabs the Senate an' the Prytanes? I've fetcht despatches for them.

MAGISTRATE

Are you a man Or a monstrosity?

HERALD

My scrimp-brained lad, I'm a herald, as ye see, who hae come frae Sparta Anent a Peace.

MAGISTRATE

Then why do you hide that lance That sticks out under your arms?

HERALD.

I've brought no lance.

MAGISTRATE

Then why do you turn aside and hold your cloak So far out from your body? Is your groin swollen With stress of travelling?

HERALD

By Castor, I'll swear The man is wud.

MAGISTRATE

Indeed, your cloak is wide, My rascal fellow.

HERALD

But I tell ye No! Enow o' fleering!

MAGISTRATE

Well, what is it then?

HERALD

It's my despatch cane.

MAGISTRATE

Of course--a Spartan cane! But speak right out. I know all this too well. Are new privations springing up in Sparta?

HERALD

Och, hard as could be: in lofty lusty columns Our allies stand united. We maun get Pellene.

MAGISTRATE