Every one is free, to-day is the feast." "Roman nonsense!" interrupted the steward.

"Is my breakfast ready ?" While the old woman stood muttering some inaudible words, the slave came into the room and said: "To-day is a general holiday, may I go out too ?" "Oh that would suit me admirably!" cried the steward.
"This monster drunk, Selene sick, and you running about the streets." "But no one stops at home to-day," replied the slave timidly.
"Be off then!" cried Keraunus.

"Walk about from now till midnight! Do as you please, only do not expect me to keep you any longer.

You are still fit to turn the hand-mill, and I dare say I can find a fool to give me a few drachmae for you." "No, no, do not sell me," groaned the old man, raising his hands in entreaty; Keraunus however would not hear him, but went on angrily: "A dog at least remains faithful to his master, but you slaves eat him out of house and home, and when he most needs you, you want to run about the streets." "But I will stay," howled the old man.
"Nay, do as you please.

You have long been like a lame horse which makes its rider a butt for the laughter of children.