Behold, thou hast driven me out this day from the face of the earth; and from thy face shall I be hid; and I shall be a fugitive and a vagabond in the earth; and it shall come to pass, [that] every one that findeth me shall slay me.

He handed the fragment to Bass, saying, “A cold-blooded little thing—heh? Not really. They just acted that way, the way they bite. And little? Ha! Its wing span was eighteen feet.”

So the double men of Aristophanes are microcosmoi (p. 566); as the world is divided, so are they.

The wearie Traueiler, wandring that way, / Therein did often quench his thristy heat, / And then by it his wearie limbes display, / Whiles creeping slomber made him to forget / His former paine ….