Yea, truly, it's done to a turn.
Mind your own business, friend! (To the SERVANT) Cut away.
Where is the table?
Bring the libations.
(The SERVANT departs.)
The tongue is cut separately.
We know all that. But just listen to one piece of advice.
And that is?
Don't talk, for it is divine Peace to whom we are sacrificing.
HIEROCLES (in an oracular tone)
Oh! wretched mortals, oh, you idiots!
Keep such ugly terms for yourself.
HIEROCLES (as before)
What! you are so ignorant you don't understand the will of the
gods and you make a treaty, you, who are men, with apes, who are
full of malice?
Ha, ha, ha!
What are you laughing at?
Ha, ha! your apes amuse me!
HIEROCLES (resuming the oracular manner)
You simple pigeons, you trust yourselves to foxes, who are all
craft, both in mind and heart.
Oh, you trouble-maker! may your lungs get as hot as this meat!
Nay, nay! if only the Nymphs had not fooled Bacis, and Bacis
mortal men; and if the Nymphs had not tricked Bacis a second time....
TRYGAEUS (mocking his manner)
May the plague seize you, if you don't stop Bacizing!
....it would not have been written in the book of Fate that the
bends of Peace must be broken; but first....
The meat must be dusted with salt.
....it does not please the blessed gods that we should stop the
War until the wolf uniteth with the sheep.
(A kind of oracle-match now ensues.)
How, you cursed animal, could the wolf ever unite with the sheep?
As long as the wood-bug gives off a fetid odour, when it flies; as
long as the noisy bitch is forced by nature to litter blind pups, so
long shall peace be forbidden.
Then what should be done? Not to stop War would be to leave it
to the decision of chance which of the two people should suffer the
most, whereas by uniting under a treaty, we share the empire of
You will never make the crab walk straight.
You shall no longer be fed at the Prytaneum; when the war is over,