him some. Again he wants some pea-soup; I seize a ladle and a pot
and run to get it.
This is, then, truly a running-bird. Come, Trochilus, do us the
kindness to call your master.
Why, he has just fallen asleep after a feed of myrtle-berries
and a few grubs.
Never mind; wake him up.
I an; certain he will be angry. However, I will wake him to please
(He goes back into the thicket.)
PITHETAERUS (as soon as TROCHILUS is out of sight)
You cursed brute! why, I am almost dead with terror!
Oh! my god! it was sheer fear that made me lose my jay.
Ah! you big coward! were you so frightened that you let go your
And did you not lose your crow, when you fell sprawling on the
ground? Tell me that.
Not at all.
Where is it, then?
It flew away.
And you did not let it go? Oh! you brave fellow!
EPOPS (from within)
Open the thicket, that I may go out!
(He comes out of the thicket.)
By Heracles! what a creature! what plumage! What means this triple
Who wants me?
The twelve great gods have used you ill, it seems.
Are you twitting me about my feathers? I have been a man,
It's not you we are jeering at.
At what, then?
Why, it's your beak that looks so ridiculous to us.
This is how Sophocles outrages me in his tragedies. Know, I once
You were Tereus, and what are you now? a bird or a peacock?
I am a bird.
Then where are your feathers? I don't see any.
They have fallen off.