Note 13 — REFLECTIONS SUGGESTED BY THE CAREER OF THE LATE PREMIER.

“Cleon.—There, I’m the first, you see, to bring ye a chair. Sausage-seller.—But a table—here I’ve brought it, first and foremost. Cleon.—See here this little half meal-cake from Pylos, Made from the flour of victory and success. Sausage-seller.—But here’s a cake! See here! which the heavenly goddess Patted and flatted herself, with her ivory hand, For your own eating. * * * * * Cleon.—This slice of rich sweet-cake, take it from me. Sausage-seller.—This whole great rich sweet-cake, take it from me. Cleon [to the S. S.]—Ah, but hare-pie—where will you get hare-pie? Sausage-seller [aside.]—Hare-pie! What shall I do? Come, now’s the time, O mind, invent me now some sneaking trick. Cleon. [to the S. S. showing the dish which he is going to present.]—Look there, you poor rapscallion! Sausage-seller. Pshaw, no matter. I’ve people of my own there in attendance. They’re coming here.—I see them. Cleon.—Who? What are they? Sausage-seller.—Envoys with bags of money. Cleon.—Where? Where are they? Where? Where? Sausage-seller.—What’s that to you? Can’t ye be civil? Why don’t you let the foreigners alone?— [While Cleon’s attention is absorbed in looking for the supposed envoys, the Sausage-seller dexterously snatches the hare-pie out of his hands, and presents it to the Demus.] There’s a hare-pie, my dear own little Demus, A nice hare-pie, I’ve brought ye!—See, look there! Cleon [returning.]—By Jove, he’s stolen it, and served it up! Sausage-seller.—Just as you did the prisoners at Pylos. Demus.—Where did ye get it? How did ye steal it? Tell me. Sausage-seller.—The scheme and the suggestion were Divine; The theft and the execution simply mine. Cleon.—I took the trouble. Sausage-seller. But I served it up. Demus.—Well, he that brings the thing must get the thanks. Cleon [aside.]—Alas, I’m circumvented and undone, Out-faced and over-impudentified.”