Mime IX: Breaking Fast

Sit ye all down. Where is the baby? Bring him hither—and Eueteira too and Glyke. Clumsy thing, thous <soaking my dress>. <Soap> the one that’s ready. <Ever> asleep? I fear lest I mind thee of all those prickings wherewith hast oft been tattooed e’er now, an thou continue these fearsome <yawns>. Hither with <Eueteira>—<sholdest> have had enow of all these <sorry> hangdog grimaces. Hither too with the <cup>. Still <asleep>? Ho there—has <Nossis> lost all those wits that once <were hers> ? —and our visitaunt, are ye in pitched combat ? Seekst to carry off yon salad for prize? Yet sooth I raised thee to be thy parents <staff and.....