Book 9
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Then you know there is a cook in the Synephebi of Euphron; just hear what a lecture he gives— When, Carion, you a supper do prepare, For those who their own contributions bring, You have no time to play, nor how to practise For the first time the lessons you've received. And you were yesterday in danger too; For not one single one of all your tenches Had any liver, but they all were empty. The brain was decomposed too.—But you must, O Carion, when at any future time You chance a band like this to thus encounter, As Dromon, Cerdon, and Soterides, Giving you all the wages that you ask'd, Deal with them fairly. Where we now are going To a marriage feast, there try experiments. And if you well remember all my rules, You are my real pupil; and a cook By no means common: 'tis an opportunity A man should pray for. Make the best of it, The old man is a miser, and his pay Is little. If I do not find you eating up The very coals, you're done for. Now go in; For here the old man comes himself, behold How like a skin-flint usurer he looks!
