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Enter SPARTAN HERALD.
The MAGISTRATE comes forward.
HERALD
What here gabs the Senate an' the Prytanes?
I've fetcht despatches for them.
MAGISTRATE
Are you a man
Or a monstrosity?
HERALD
My scrimp-brained lad,
I'm a herald, as ye see, who hae come frae Sparta
Anent a Peace.
MAGISTRATE
Then why do you hide that lance
That sticks out under your arms?
HERALD.
I've brought no lance.
MAGISTRATE
Then why do you turn aside and hold your cloak
So far out from your body? Is your groin swollen
With stress of travelling?
HERALD
By Castor, I'll swear
The man is wud.
MAGISTRATE
Indeed, your cloak is wide,
My rascal fellow.
HERALD
But I tell ye No!
Enow o' fleering!
