The king of Ithaca begs with a design that none may know who he is, and makes himself As like a dirty sorry beggar. XVI. 273. as he can. But he that is of the Portico, while he bawls and cries out, It is I only that am a king, It is I only that am a rich man, is yet many times seen at other people’s doors saying: On poor Hipponax, pray, some pity take, Bestow an old cast coat for heaven’s sake; I’m well nigh dead with cold, and all o’er quake.