Giton, who had been standing at my feet, and who had for some time been holding in his laughter, burst into an uproarious guffaw, at this last figure of speech, and when Ascyltos' adversary heard it, he turned his abuse upon the boy.

"What's so funny, you curly-headed onion," he bellowed, "are the Saturnalia here, I'd like to know?
Is it December now?
"When did you pay your twentieth?
What's this to you, you gallows-bird, you crow's meat?
I'll call the anger of Jupiter down on you and that master of yours, who don't keep you in better order.

If I didn't respect my fellow-freedmen, I'd give you what is coming to you right here on the spot, as I hope to get my belly full of bread, I would.

We'll get along well enough, but those that can't control you are fools; like master like man's a true saying.

I can hardly hold myself in and I'm not hot-headed by nature, but once let me get a start and I don't care two cents for my own mother.