There is. (Phid: There is not, no; for Vortex reigns having expelled Jupiter.) He has not expelled him; but I fancied this, on account of this Vortex here. Ah me, unhappy man! When I even took you who are of earthenware for a god. (Phid: Here rave and babble to yourself.) Ah me, what madness! How mad, then, I was when I ejected the gods on account of Socrates! But O dear Hermes, by no means be wroth with me, nor destroy me; but pardon me, since I have gone crazy through prating. And become my adviser, whether I shall bring an action and prosecute them, or whatever you think. You advise me rightly, not permitting me to get up a lawsuit, but as soon as possible to set fire to the house of the prating fellows. Come hither, come hither, Xanthias! Come forth with a ladder and with a mattock and then mount upon the thinking-shop and dig down the roof, if you love your master, until you tumble the house upon them. (Xanthias mounts upon the roof) But let some one bring me a lighted torch and I'll make some of them this day suffer punishment, even if they be ever so much impostors. 1st Dis. (from within) Hollo! Hollo!

Strep Monologue from The Clouds

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