human
Look at that dismal barrack! All that the Jew used to spend on decorating the street, he is saving up now in his money chest!
gpt
The niggard is robbing our father Dionysus,
human
Let us get at the drachmae he grudges the god; we can find a use for them. Graukus, the sausage maker, snatched from his neighbor's hand the bunch of tow soaked in pitch, and bellowed out,
gpt
I advise that we should burn the house over their heads!
human
Stay, stay, cried a cobbler who worked for Apollodorus' slaves, as he placed himself in the butcher's way.
gpt
Perhaps they are mourning for some one in there. The Jew has always decorated his house on former occasions.
human
Not they, replied a flute-player in a loud hoarse voice.
gpt
We met the old miser's son on the Bruchiom with some riotous comrades and misconducted hussies, with his purple mantle fluttering far behind him.
human
Let us see which is reddest, the Tyrian stuff or the blaze we shall make if we set the old wretch's house on fire,
gpt
Ay! let us try!
human
Let us get into the house!
gpt
The mean churl shall remember this day!
human
Fetch him out!
gpt
Drag him into the street!