and how these logs do bruise my shoulder! Still let us carry on, and
blow up our fire and see it does not go out just as we reach our
destination. Phew! phew! (Blowing the fire) Oh! dear! what a
SECOND SEMI-CHORUS OF OLD MEN (singing)
It bites my eyes like a mad dog. It is Lemnian fire for sure, or
it would never devour my eyelids like this. Come on, Laches, let's
hurry, let's bring succour to the goddess; it's now or never! Phew!
phew! (Blowing the fire) Oh dear! what a confounded smoke!
LEADER OF CHORUS OF OLD MEN
There now, there's our fire all bright and burning, thank the
gods! Now, why not first put down our loads here, then take a
vine-branch, light it at the brazier and hurl it at the gate by way of
battering-ram? If they don't answer our summons by pulling back the
bolts, then we set fire to the woodwork, and the smoke will choke
them. Ye gods! what a smoke! Pfaugh! Is there never a Samian general
will help me unload my burden?-Ah! it shall not gall my shoulder any
more. (Setting down the wood) Come, brazier, do your duty, make
the embers flare, that I may kindle a brand; I want to be the first to
hurl one. Aid me, heavenly Victory; let us punish for their insolent
audacity the women who have seized our citadel, and may we raise a
trophy of triumph for success!