Mer. Yet truly 'twas by such self-will even before now that thou didst bring thyself to such a calamitous mooring.

Mer.

Pr. Be well assured that I would not barter my wretched plight for thy drudgery; for better do I deem it to be a lackey to this rock, than to be born the confidential courier of father Jove. Thus is it meet to repay insult in kind.

Pr.

Mer. Thou seemest to revel in thy present state.

Mer.

Pr. Revel! Would that I might see my foes thus reveling, and among these I reckon thee.

Pr.

Mer. What dost thou impute to me also any blame for thy mischances?

Mer.

Pr. In plain truth, I detest all the gods, as many of them as, after having received benefits at my hands, are iniquitously visiting me with evils.

Pr.

Mer. I hear thee raving with no slight disorder.

Mer.

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Pr. Disordered I would be, if disorder it be to loathe one's foes.

Pr.

Mer. Thou wouldst be beyond endurance, wert thou in prosperity.

Mer.

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