It's Hyperbolus who now holds empire on the Pnyx. (To PEACE)
What now? you turn away your head!
She is vexed, that the people should give themselves a wretch of
that kind for their chief.
Oh! we shall not employ him again; but the people, seeing
themselves without a leader, took him haphazard, just as a man, who is
naked, springs upon the first cloak he sees.
She asks, what will be the result of such a choice by the city?
We shall be more far-seeing in consequence.
Because he is a lamp-maker. Formerly we only directed our
busines by groping in the dark; now we shall only deliberate by
Oh! oh! what questions she does order me to put to you!
What are they?
She wants to have news of a whole heap of old-fashioned things she
left here. First of all, how is Sophocles?
Very well, but something very strange has happened to him.
He has turned from Sophocles into Simonides.
Into Simonides? How so?
Because, though old and broken-down as he is, he would put to
sea on a hurdle to gain an obolus.
And wise Cratinus, is he still alive?
He died about the time of the Laconian invasion.
Of a swoon. He could not bear the shock of seeing one of his casks
full of wine broken. Ah! what a number of other misfortunes our city
has suffered! So, dearest mistress, nothing can now separate us from
If that be so, receive Opora here for a wife; take her to the
country, live with her, and grow fine grapes together.
TRYGAEUS (to OPORA)
Come, my dear one, come and accept my kisses. (To HERMES) Tell me,
Hermes, my master, do you think it would hurt me to love her a little,
after so long an abstinence?
No, not if you swallow a potion of penny-royal afterwards. But
hasten to lead Theoria to the Senate; that was where she lodged
Oh! fortunate Senate! Thanks to Theoria, what soups you will
swallow for the space of three days! how you will devour meats and
cooked tripe! Come, farewell, friend Hermes!