What's the matter?
Why, the crow has been directing me to something up there for some
And the jay is also opening it beak and craning its neck to show
me I know not what. Clearly, there are some birds about here. We shall
soon know, if we kick up a noise to start them.
Do you know what to do? Knock your leg against this rock.
And you your head to double the noise.
Well then use a stone instead; take one and hammer with it.
Good idea! (He does so.) Ho there, within! Slave! slave!
What's that, friend! You say, "slave," to summon Epops? It would
be much better to shout, "Epops, Epops!
Well then, Epops! Must I knock again? Epops!
TROCHILUS (rushing out of a thicket)
Who's there? Who calls my master?
PITHETAERUS (in terror)
Apollo the Deliverer! what an enormous beak!
(He defecates. In the confusion both the jay and the crow fly
TROCHILUS (equally frightened)
Good god! they are bird-catchers.
EUELPIDES (reassuring himself)
But is it so terrible? Wouldn't it be better to explain things?
TROCHILUS (also reassuring himself)
You're done for.
But we are not men.
What are you, then?
EUELPIDES (defecating also)
I am the Fearling, an African bird.
You talk nonsense.
Well, then, just ask it of my feet.
And this other one, what bird is it? (To PITHETAERUS) Speak up
I? I am a Crapple, from the land of the pheasants.
But you yourself, in the name of the gods! what animal are you?
Why, I am a slave-bird.
Why, have you been conquered by a cock?
No, but when my master was turned into a hoopoe, he begged me to
become a bird also, to follow and to serve him.
Does a bird need a servant, then?
That's no doubt because he was once a man. At times he wants to
eat a dish of sardines from Phalerum; I seize my dish and fly to fetch