Book V, 218

An arrogant Polemo, who in Menander’s drama cut off his wife’s sweet locks, has found an imitator in a younger Polemo, who with audacious hands despoiled Rhodanthe of her locks, and even turning the comic punishment into a tragic one flogged the limbs of the slender girl. It was an act of jealous madness, for what great wrong did she do if she chose to take pity on my affliction? The villain! and he has separated us, his burning jealousy going so far as to prevent us even looking at each other. Well, at any rate, he is “The Hated Man” and I am “The Ill-Tempered Man,” as I don’t see “The Clipped Lady.”