SICONis busy. SIMICEruns out of CNEMON's house
SIMICE. Help, help! Oh dear, oh dear! Oh gracious me! Help,
SICON. For Heracles' sake, and all the gods and goddesses! Can't you leave us to offer our holy wine in peace? All this swearing, beating, screaming--what a house!
SIMICE. My master's down the well!
SICON [in a dead-pan voice]. Oh; why?
SIMICE. Why? He was climbing Down to fetch out the hoe and the bucket; and he slipped Just at the top, and down he went.
SICON [with delight]. Here--you don't mean Old Belly-Ache? Not him?
SIMICE. Yes, him.
SICON. You holy gods! He never did a better thing. My dear old hag, It's up to you now.
SIMICE. What do you mean?
SICON. Just run and find A millstone, or a horse-trough--something nice and heavy, And tip it down on top of him.
SIMICE. Oh, please, please, my friend, Climb down.
SICON. What, me? Poseidon! Like the fool in the proverb, Fight with a mad dog down a well? Not on your life!