we hurled word upon word. Then he springs upon me; and then he was wounding me, and beating me, and throttling me. Phidippides. Were you not therefore justly beaten, who do not praise Euripides, the wisest of poets? Strepsiades. He the wisest! Oh, what shall I call you? But I shall be beaten again. Phidippides. Yes, by Jupiter, with justice.