Pass on.—And who may you be, my bulky friend?

Damasias the athlete.

To be sure; many is the time I have seen you in the gymnasium.

You have. Well, I have peeled; let me pass.

Peeled! my dear sir, what, with all this fleshy encumbrance? Come, off with it; we should go to the bottom if you put one foot aboard. And those crowns, those victories, remove them.

There; no mistake about it this time; I am as light as any shade among them.