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Come, friends, none but husbandmen on the rope.
HERMES
Ah I that will do ever so much better.
LEADER OF THE CHORUS
He says the thing is going well. Come, all of you, together and
with a will.
TRYGAEUS
It's the husbandmen who are doing all the work.
CHORUS
Come then, come, and all together!
HERMES
Hah! hah! at last there is some unanimity in the work.
CHORUS
Don't let us give up, let us redouble our efforts.
HERMES
There! now we have it!
CHORUS
Come then, all together! Heave away, heave! Heave away, heave!
Heave away, heave! Heave away, heave! Heave away, heave! All together!
(PEACE is drawn out of the pit. With her come OPORA and THEORIA.)
TRYGAEUS
Oh! venerated goddess, who givest us our grapes, where am I to
find the ten-thousand-gallon words wherewith to greet thee? I have
none such at home. Oh! hail to thee, Opora, and thee, Theoria! How
beautiful is thy face! How sweet thy breath! What gentle fragrance
comes from thy bosom, gentle as freedom from military duty, as the
most dainty perfumes!
HERMES
Is it then a smell like a soldier's knapsack?
TRYGAEUS
Oh! hateful soldier! your hideous satchel makes me sick! it stinks
like the belching of onions, whereas this lovable deity has the
odour of sweet fruits, of festivals, of the Dionysia, of the harmony
of flutes, of the tragic poets, of the verses of Sophocles, of the
phrases of Euripides....
HERMES
That's a foul calumny, you wretch! She detests that framer of
subtleties and quibbles.
TRYGAEUS (ignoring this)
....of ivy, of straining-bags for wine, of bleating ewes, of
provision-laden women hastening to the kitchen, of the tipsy servant
wench, of the upturned wine-jar, and of a whole heap of other good
things.
HERMES
Then look how the reconciled towns chat pleasantly together, how
they laugh....
TRYGAEUS
And yet they are all cruelly mishandled; their wounds are bleeding
still.
HERMES
But let us also scan the mien of the spectators; we shall thus
find out the trade of each.
TRYGAEUS
Good god!
HERMES
Look at that poor crest-maker, tearing at his hair....
TRYGAEUS
....and at that pike-maker, who has just farted in yon
sword-cutler's face.
HERMES
And do you see with what pleasure this sickle-maker....
TRYGAEUS
....is thumbing his nose at the spear-maker?
HERMES

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