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Pherecrates also says, in his Corianno— A. For I am coming almost boil'd away From the hot bath; my throat is parch'd and dry; Give me some wine. I vow my mouth and all My jaws are sticky with the heat. B. Shall I Then take the κυλίσκη, O damsel, now? A. By no means, 'tis so small; and all my bile Has been stirr'd up since I did drink from it, Not long ago, some medicine. Take this cup Of mine, 'tis larger, and fill that for me. And that the women were in the habit of using large cups, Pherecrates himself expressly tells us in his Tyranny, where he says— And then they bade the potter to prepare Some goblets for the men, of broader shape, Having no walls, but only a foundation, And scarcely holding more than a mere shell. More like to tasting cups; but for themselves They order good deep κύλικες, good-sized, Downright wine-carrying transports, wide and round, Of delicate substance, swelling in the middle. A crafty order: for with prudent foresight They were providing how, without much notice, They might procure the largest quantity Of wine to drink themselves; and then when we Reproach them that 'tis they who've drunk up everything, They heap abuse on us, and swear that they, Poor injured dears, have only drunk one cup, Though their one's larger than a thousand common cups.
