your impious speech. For with impiety, as 'tis meet, shall we reply to
your impiety. Soon fortune will turn round and overwhelm you.
LEADER OF THE CHORUS
Come there, bring some firewood. Let's roast the wretch as quickly
as we can.
Bring faggots, Mania! (To MNESILOCHUS) You will be nothing but
Grill away, roast me, but you, my child, take off this Cretan robe
and blame no one but your mother for your death. But what does this
mean? The little girl is nothing but a skin filled with wine and
shod with Persian slippers. Oh! you wanton, you tippling women, who
think of nothing but wine; you are a fortune to the drinking-shops and
are our ruin; for the sake of drink, you neglect both your household
and your shuttle!
Faggots, Mania, plenty of them.
Bring as many as you like. But answer me; are you the mother of
I carried it ten months.
You carried it?
I swear it by Artemis.
How much does it hold? Three cotylae? Tell me.
Oh! what have you done? You have stripped the poor child quite
naked, and it is so small, so small.
Yes, quite small, to be sure.
How old is it? Has it seen the feast of cups thrice or four times?
It was born about the time of the last Dionysia. But give it
back to me.
No, may Apollo bear me witness.
Well, then we are going to burn him.
Burn me, but then I shall rip this open instantly.
No, no, I adjure you, don't; do anything you like to me rather
What a tender mother you are; but nevertheless I shall rip it
(He tears open the wine-skin.)
Oh, my beloved daughter! Mania, hand me the sacred cup, that I may
at least catch the blood of my child.
Hold it below; that's the only favour I grant you.
(He pours the wine into the cup.)
Out upon you, you pitiless monster!
This robe belongs to the priestess.