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The Thesmophoriazusae   


divine features. Come, appear, we pray it of you, oh, venerable
Thesmophorae! Is you have ever answered our appeal, oh! come into
our midst.
(During this ode the SCYTHIAN falls asleep. At the end of it
EURIPIDES returns, thinly disguised as an old procuress; the
CHORUS recognizes him, the SCYTHIAN does not; he carries a harp,
and is followed by a dancing girl and a young flute-girl.)

EURIPIDES
Women, if you will be reconciled with me, I am willing, and I
undertake never to say anything ill of you in future. Those are my
proposals for peace.
LEADER OF THE CHORUS
And what impels you to make these overtures?
EURIPIDES (to the CHORUS)
This unfortunate man, who is chained to the post, is my
father-in-law; if you will restore him to me, you will have no more
cause to complain of me; but if not, I shall reveal your pranks to
your husbands when they return from the war.
LEADER OF THE CHORUS
We accept peace, but there is this barbarian whom you must buy
over.
EURIPIDES
I'll take care of that. Come, my little wench, bear in mind what I
told you on the road and do it well. Come, go past him and gird up
your robe. And you, you little dear, play us the air of a Persian
dance.
SCYTHIAN (waking)
What is this music that makes me so blithe?
EURIPIDES
Scythian, this young girl is going to practise some dances,
which she has to perform at a feast presently.
SCYTHIAN
Very well! let her dance and practise; I won't hinder her. How
nimbly she bounds! just like a flea on a fleece.
EURIPIDES
Come, my dear, off with your robe and seat yourself on the
Scythian's knee; stretch forth your feet to me, that I may take off
your slippers.
SCYTHIAN
Ah! yes, seat yourself, my little girl, ah! yes, to be sure.
What a firm little titty! it's just like a turnip.
EURIPIDES (to the flute-girl)
An air on the flute, quick! Are you afraid of the Scythian?
SCYTHIAN
What a nice arse! Hold still, won't you? A nice twat, too.
EURIPIDES
That's so! (To the dancing girl) Resume your dress, it is time
to be going.
SCYTHIAN
Give me a kiss.
EURIPIDES
Come, give him a kiss.
SCYTHIAN
Oh! oh! oh! my god, what soft lips! like Attic honey. But might
she not stay with me?
EURIPIDES
Impossible, officer; good evening.
SCYTHIAN
Oh! oh! old woman, do me this pleasure.
EURIPIDES
Will you give a drachma?
SCYTHIAN
Aye, that I will.
EURIPIDES

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