olive-berries or the arbutus, hurry to come at my call, trioto,
trioto, totobrix; you also, who snap up the sharp-stinging gnats in
the marshy vales, and you who dwell in the fine plain of Marathon, all
damp with dew, and you, the francolin with speckled wings; you too,
the halcyons, who flit over the swelling waves of the sea, come hither
to hear the tidings; let all the tribes of long-necked birds
assemble here; know that a clever old man has come to us, bringing
an entirely new idea and proposing great reforms. Let all come to
the debate here, here, here, here. Torotorotorotorotix, kikkabau,
Can you see any bird?
By Phoebus, no! and yet I am straining my eyesight to scan the
It was hardly worth Epops' while to go and bury himself in the
thicket like a hatching plover.
A BIRD (entering)
Wait, friend, there's a bird.
By Zeus, it is a bird, but what kind? Isn't it a peacock?
PITHETAERUS (as EPOPS comes out of the thicket)
Epops will tell us. What is this bird?
It's not one of those you are used to seeing; it's a bird from the
Oh! oh! but he is very handsome with his wings as crimson as
Undoubtedly; indeed he is called flamingo.
Hi! I say! You!
What are you shouting for?
Why, here's another bird.
Aye, indeed; this one's a foreign bird too. (To EPOPS) What is
this bird from beyond the mountains with a look as solemn as it is
He is called the Mede.
The Mede! But, by Heracles, how, if a Mede, has he flown here
without a camel?
Here's another bird with a crest.
(From here on, the numerous birds that make up the CHORUS keep
Ah! that's curious. I say, Epops, you are not the only one of your
This bird is the son of Philocles, who is the son of Epops; so
that, you see, I am his grandfather; just as one might say,
Hipponicus, the son of Callias, who is the son of Hipponicus.
Then this bird is Callias! Why, what a lot of his feathers he