Aristophanes,
Aristophanes: The Eleven Comedies…
(1912)
“ DICÆOPOLIS Ye gods, what garlic I have lost! But here comes Amphitheus returned from Lacedæmon. Welcome, Amphitheus.AMPHITHEUS No, there is no welcome for me and I fly as fast as I can, for I am pursued by the Acharnians.DICÆOPOLIS Why, what has happened?AMPHITHEUS I was hurrying to bring your treaty of truce, but some old dotards from Acharnæ [34] got scent of the thing; they are veterans of Marathon, tough as oak or maple, of which they are made for sure—rough and ruthless. They all set to a-crying, "Wretch! you are the bearer of a treaty, and the enemy has only just cut our vines!" ”
