CINESIAS. ... as I soar over the seas, carried by the breath of the winds
...
PISTHETAERUS. By Zeus! but I'll cut your breath short.
CINESIAS. ... now rushing along the tracks of Notus, now nearing Boreas
across the infinite wastes of the ether." (_Pisthetaerus beats him._) Ah!
old man, that's a pretty and clever idea truly!