Act, scene

 1   Per       | Pythodicus, his slave. ~Congrio, cook. ~Anthrax, cook. ~Strobilus,
 2   Per       |         Congrio, cook. ~Anthrax, cook. ~Strobilus, slave of Lyconides. ~
 3     1,     4|         this stuff here, and one cook and one music girl, too,
 4     1,     4|         nothing but a market-day cook,that chap: he only gets
 5     1,     7|      house) I'll go see what the cook's are at. By gad, it's the
 6     1,     7|          only way is to make 'em cook dinner in the dungeon and
 7     1,     7|       there gobbling up all they cook, it's a case of starve in
 8   III,     1|        first time I ever came to cook for Bacchantes at a Bacchante
 9   III,     2|          a knife.~Cong. And so a cook should.~Eucl. And how about
10   III,     2|        then, shut up. We came to cook for the wedding, that's
11   III,     2|          Are you going to let us cook dinner here or not? That'
12   III,     2|       Cong. Why won't you let us cook dinner here now? what have
13   III,     3|      whole hireling herd of 'em. Cook away, work away, scurry
14   III,     3|        hired a while ago to be a cook, not to be thumped.~Eucl.
15   III,     4|          of course that dunghill cook of mine in there, that used
16   III,     4|        club and annihilated that cook, the thief, the redhanded