Excerpt from The Clouds of Aristophanes: Adapted for Performance by the Oxford University Dramatic Society, 1905 What makes you toss and grumble all night long? It's common pleas - all biting me in bed. Oh, my good father, let me sleep a bit. Well, sleep on then, but let me tell you this These debts will one day fall on your own head. A curse on that match-making friend of mine Who drove me into marrying your mother. I dearly loved my pleasant country life Unwashed, unbrushed, I lay about the fields All among sheep and bees and olive-cakes Till Megacles, the son of Megacles, Gave me his niece, a lady of the town, An heiress, full of airs and dainty ways, Matched with a country bumpkin from the fields I won't say she was wasteful, but it's true She made the money spin, and many a time I used to hold my rags before her eyes And say, 'look here, good wife, you spin too fast.' The oil's burnt out, sir, and we've no more left. Then why on earth light such a thirsty lamp? Come here, you'll sufi'er for it. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.