human
Go now! I am son of Dinomache! [1397] Puff yourself up!--
gpt
I am beautiful.
human
Do you know Vectidius' farms! Whose? The rich fellow that cultivates more land at Cures than a kite[1400] can fly over! Him do you mean? Him, born under the wrath of Heaven, and an inauspicious Genius, who whenever he fixes his yoke at the beaten cross ways,[1401] fearing to scrape off the clay incrusted on the diminutive vessel, groans out,
gpt
May this be well!