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Can you ask? Was I not a tyrant, with a guard of ten thousand men?
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Oh, dullard! And you complain of Carion’s pulling your hair! Wait till you get a taste of this stick; you shall know what it is to be a tyrant.
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What, shall a Cynic dare to raise his staff against me? Sirrah, have you forgotten the other day, when I had all but nailed you to the cross, for letting that sharp censorious tongue of yours wag too freely?
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Well, and now it is your turn te be nailed,—to the mast.
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And what of me, mistress? Am I to be left out of the reckoning? Because I am poor, must I be the last to come aboard?
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Who are you?
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Micyllus the cobbler.
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A cobbler, and cannot wait your turn? Look at the tyrant: see what bribes he offers us, only for a short reprieve. It is very strange that delay is not to your fancy too.
