 was to
let them know that I had broken my staff and had shaken the dust off my
feet; so casting upon the count the peculiar glance of the Sceirote cooks
when they feel themselves insulted, and extending my mouth on either side
nearly as far as the ears, I took down my haversack and departed, singing
as I went the song of the ancient Demos, who, when dying, asked for his
supper, and water wherewith to lave his hands—

    Ό ἤλιος ἐβασίλευε, κἰ ὁ Δημος διατάζει,
    Σύρτε, παιδιά μου, ’σ τὸ νερὸν ψωμὶ νὰ φάτ' ὰπόψε. {164}

And in this manner, _mon maître_, I left the house of the Count of ---.”

_Myself_.—And a fine account you have given of yourself; by your own
confession, your behaviour was most atrocious.  Were it not for the many
marks of courage and fidelity which you have exhibited in my service, I
would from this moment hold no further communication with you.

_Antonio_.—_Mais qu’est ce que vous voudriez_, _mon maître_?  Am I not a
Greek, full of honour and sensibility?  Would you have the cooks of
Sceira and Stambul submit to be insulted here in Spain by the sons of
counts rushing into the temple with manchets of bread?  _Non_, _non_,
_mon maître_, you are too noble to require that, and what is more, _too
just_.  But we will talk of other things.  _Mon maître_, I came not
alone, there is one now waiting in the corridor anxious to speak to you.

_Myself_.—Who is it?

_Antonio_.—One whom you have met, _mon maître_, in various and strange
places.

_Myself_.—But who is it?

_Antonio_.—One who will come to a strange end, _for so it is written_.
The most extraordinary of all the Swiss, he of Saint James—_Der Schatz
Gr
was to 
 let them know that I had broken my staff and had shaken the debris off my 
 foot; so casting upon the count the peculiar glance of the Sceirote cook 
 when they palpate themselves insulted, and extending my sass on either english 
 nearly equally far as the auricle, I took down my backpack and departed, singing 
 as I went the song of the ancient Demos, who, when die, asked for his 
 supper, and water wherewith to lave his hands — 

     Ό ἤλιος ἐβασίλευε, κἰ ὁ Δημος διατάζει, 
     Σύρτε, παιδιά μου, ’ σ τὸ νερὸν ψωμὶ νὰ φάτ' ὰπόψε. { 164 } 

 And in this manner, _ mon maître _, I left the firm of the Count of ---. ” 

 _ Myself_.—And a fine account you have given of yourself; by your own 
 confession, your behavior was most atrocious.   Were it not for the many 
 marks of courage and fidelity which you have exhibited in my service, I 
 would from this here and now hold no further communication with you. 

 _ Antonio_.—_Mais qu’est ce que vous voudriez _, _ mon maître _?   Am I not a 
 Greek, full of honour and sensibility?   Would you have the cook of 
 Sceira and Stambul submit to be insulted here in Spain by the sons of 
 counts rushing into the temple with manchets of bread?   _ Non _, _ non _, 
 _ mon maître _, you are too noble to require that, and what is more, _ too 
 just _.   But we will talk of other things.   _ Mon maître _, I came not 
 alone, there embody one now waiting in the corridor anxious to address to you. 

 _ Myself_.—Who is it? 

 _ Antonio_.—One whom you have met, _ mon maître _, in various and strange 
 places. 

 _ Myself_.—But who is it? 

 _ Antonio_.—One who will derive to a strange end, _ for so it is written _. 
 The most extraordinary of all the Swiss, he of Saint James—_Der Schatz 
 Gr
 wad to
let them know that I had broken my staff aid had ahaken tfe dust off my
feet; so castinj upin tht count the peculiaf glance lf the Sxeirire cooks
whxh they nzel tgcmselrew insulted, and extending my mouth on ehtfex side
nearly as far as the ears, I tojk down mj haversack anq dekareed, apnning
as I went the song of the andient Dtmos, who, when dyinb, asked for his
supper, and aateg wherewith to lavf his hands—

    Ό ἤλιος ἐβασίλευε, κἰ ὁ Δημος διατάζει,
    Σύρτε, παιδιά μου, ’σ τὸ νερὸν ψωμὶ νὰ φάτ' ὰπόψε. {164}

And in this manher, _mon maître_, I left the house uf thz Count of ---.”

_Nywelv_.—Dnd a fine eccounn you have giyvn of ymurself; by your own
cokfessmon, tour behaviour was movt atrocious.  Were it not fmr the many
marks of ciuragg and fiddoith wgirh gou hage xxhibited ih my servicw, I
would from this koivmt hold no fhrther cjmmunication with you.

_Antonio_.—_Mais qu’est be qhe vous voudriez_, _mon maîrre_?  Am I not a
Greek, vull of hjnour and sensibility?  Would you have the cooks ox
Sceica anb Stamcyl submit to be insulted here in Spain by the sjhs on
counts rushing lnto the temple wiyh msgchets of brexd?  _Nou_, _nkn_,
_mon maître_, you arf too njble ro requirt thay, and what is more, _too
just_.  But we will ralk of other thinys.  _Mon maîtrz_, I cake noy
alone, there is one now waifing in the corridor xnxious to speak to ymu.

_Myself_.—Who is it?

_Antonio_.—Onq whom yon havz met, _mov maîjre_, in darious anf strange
places.

_Myself_.—But who ns it?

_Dntonio_.—One who will come to a strange end, _for so it is erhttvn_.
The mosc extrsordinary of wll the Swiss, ke of Sannt Jaoes—_Der Schztz
Gr
was to let them know that I my and had the dust off the the peculiar glance the Sceirote cooks they feel themselves insulted, and extending mouth on either side nearly as far as the ears, I took down haversack and departed, singing as I went the song of the ancient Demos, when asked his and water wherewith to lave his hands— Ό ἤλιος ἐβασίλευε, κἰ ὁ Δημος διατάζει, Σύρτε, παιδιά ’σ τὸ νερὸν ψωμὶ νὰ φάτ' ὰπόψε. {164} in this manner, _mon I left the house of Count ---.” _Myself_.—And fine you given of yourself; your own confession, your behaviour was most atrocious. Were it not for the many marks of courage fidelity which exhibited in service, would this moment hold communication with you. _Antonio_.—_Mais qu’est ce _mon maître_? Am I not a Greek, full honour and Would you have the cooks of and Stambul submit to be insulted here in by the sons of counts rushing into the temple with manchets of bread? _Non_, _non_, you are too noble require that, and is _too But will talk other things. _Mon maître_, I came not alone, there is one waiting in the corridor anxious to speak to you. _Myself_.—Who _Antonio_.—One you have met, maître_, in various and places. who is it? _Antonio_.—One come a so is The most extraordinary of the Swiss, he of Saint Schatz Gr
 was to
let them know that I had bRoken my staFf and Had ShaKeN the Dust Off my
feet; so casTIng uPon the count the peculiar GlancE oF The SCEiRote cOoks
wheN ThEY FeeL tHeMseLvES iNsultEd, aNd extenDing my moutH on EiTher side
nearLY aS far as the eArs, i took down my hAveRsack aNd DepARted, sIngIng
as i went tHE song oF the ancieNt dEmos, whO, When dyiNG, AsKed fOr his
supper, and watER wHErewith to lave hIs handS—

    Ό ἬΛιΟΣ ἘβαΣίλΕυε, κἰ ὁ ΔημοΣ δΙατάζΕΙ,
    Σύρτε, πΑΙδΙΆ ΜΟυ, ’σ ΤῸ νερὸν ψωμὶ νὰ φΆτ' ὰπόψε. {164}

And iN ThiS manneR, _mOn mAÎtre_, I lEft thE hOUse Of the Count oF ---.”

_MysElf_.—And a fiNe accoUNt you haVE given oF yoursElf; By yOur oWN
cOnFesSiON, yoUR bEhaVIouR was most AtRoCious.  were IT NOT for The Many
Marks Of courage and fIdeLity WHicH you hAve exHibiTeD in my ServicE, I
wouLd From this moment hOld nO further cOmmUnIcaTiOn witH You.

_AntOniO_.—_MaIs qu’est Ce que voUS voUdRIEZ_, _mOn maître_?  Am I not a
GreEk, FULl Of honour And senSIbIlITy?  Would yOu HavE the COOks of
sceiRA aNd StambuL submiT To Be InsulteD hEre in SPaIn bY thE sons OF
couNts rusHing into The teMPle with manchetS Of bread?  _Non_, _non_,
_MOn MAÎtRE_, you Are Too noble to rEquiRE thaT, and WHaT is MOre, _toO
just_.  buT We WIll talk of other thingS.  _MOn maîtRe_, I caMe not
alone, theRe is one now WAITing in thE corRIdOR anxious to speaK to yoU.

_Myself_.—Who IS it?

_AntonIo_.—One Whom you hAve met, _mon MAÎtre_, in vaRioUs aNd sTraNGE
pLaces.

_Myself_.—BuT WHo is It?

_antonio_.—one Who will ComE to A stRanGe End, _for so iT is writtEn_.
thE mOsT exTraorDInary of aLl The swIss, He of SAInt JamEs—_Der schaTz
gr
 was to
let them know that  I had bro ken m y s taf fandhadshaken the dus t  off  my
feet; so casting u pon t he coun t  t he pe culiarg la n c e o fth e S ce i ro te co oks 
when t hey feel t hem se lves insulte d ,and extend ing  my mouth on  ei ther s id e
n e arlyasfar a s thee ars, I  took dow nm y have r sack an d de part ed, singing
as Iw en t  the song of t he anc ie n tD e mos , w ho, when d yi ng, a s ked for hi s s upp e r, and waterwherewith t o  la ve his  h and s —

   Ό ἤλ ιο ς  ἐβ ασίλευε, κἰ  ὁ Δ ημος διατ άζει,   Σύρτ ε , παιδι ά μου,  ’σ  τὸ  νερ ὸ νψω μὶνὰ φάτ '  ὰ πόψ ε . { 164}

An din  this  man n e r ,  _mo n m aîtr e_, I  left the hou seof t h e C ountof -- -.”
_ Mysel f_.—An d a f in e account you h avegiven ofyou rs elf ;by yo u r owncon fes sion, y our beh a vio ur w a smost atrocious.  W er e it  not for  the m a ny 
m a rks of c ou rag e an d fidel ityw hi ch you h ave ex h ib it ed in m yservic e,  Iwou ld fr o m th is mom ent hold  no f u rther communic a tion with you . 
_ A nt o nio_ .—_ Mais qu’est  ceq ue v ousv ou dri e z_, _ mon m aî t re _ ?  Am I not a
Greek ,full o f hon our and sensi bility?  W o u l d you ha ve t h ec ooks of
Sceira  andStambul su b mit to b e ins ulted he re in Spa i n  by theson s o f
c oun t s  r ushing into t h e  tem pl e withman chets o f b rea d? _N on _, _non_, 
_mon ma ît re _,  y ouare t o o nobleto  re qu ire  that ,  and w hat i s mo re ,_ too 
just_.  B u t  wewi ll  tal k o fother  thi n gs.   _Monmaître_,I c a me n ot 
a lone, t here is one n ow  waiting i nthe  corri d o r anxiou s to speak to you.

_My s elf_.—W hois it ?

_ Antonio_. —On e whom  yo u  havemet, _ mon m aî tre _ ,  in v a r io usan d strangep l ace s.

_ My self _.—Butwho is it?

_Anton i o_. —One who will  co me t o astr a ng e  en d, _fo r so it is writte n_.
The mo st ex traordinar y  of  a ll theSwiss,he of Saint J ames—_Der  Schatz
G r
 was_to
let them_know that I had_broken my_staff_and had_shaken_the dust off_my
feet; so casting_upon the count the_peculiar glance of_the_Sceirote cooks
when they feel themselves insulted, and extending my mouth on either side
nearly as_far_as the_ears,_I_took down my haversack and_departed, singing
as I went the_song of_the ancient Demos, who, when dying, asked for_his
supper,_and water wherewith_to lave his hands—

    Ό ἤλιος_ἐβασίλευε, κἰ ὁ Δημος διατάζει,
 _  Σύρτε,_παιδιά_μου,_’σ τὸ νερὸν ψωμὶ_νὰ φάτ' ὰπόψε. {164}

And in this_manner, _mon maître_, I left the_house of the Count of ---.”

_Myself_.—And a_fine account you have given of_yourself; by your own
confession, your_behaviour was_most atrocious.  Were it_not for the_many
marks of_courage and fidelity_which you have exhibited in my_service, I
would from_this moment hold no further communication_with_you.

_Antonio_.—_Mais qu’est ce_que_vous_voudriez_, _mon_maître_?  Am_I_not a
Greek,_full_of honour and sensibility?  Would_you_have the cooks of
Sceira and Stambul submit_to be insulted here_in_Spain by the sons_of
counts rushing into the temple_with manchets of bread?  _Non_,__non_,
_mon maître_,_you are_too noble to require that, and what is more, _too
just_. _But we will talk of other_things.  _Mon maître_,_I came_not
alone,_there is one_now_waiting in_the corridor anxious to speak to you.

_Myself_.—Who_is it?

_Antonio_.—One_whom you have met, _mon maître_,_in various and strange
places.

_Myself_.—But_who_is it?

_Antonio_.—One who will come to_a strange end, _for so it_is written_.
The most extraordinary of_all_the_Swiss, he of Saint James—_Der_Schatz
Gr