TRYGAEUS Let us pray! Who is here? Are there any good men?(1)

f(1) Before sacrificing, the officiating person asked, "Who

is here?" and those present answered, "Many good men."

SERVANT Come, give, so that I may sprinkle these. Faith! they are indeed

good, brave men.

TRYGAEUS You believe so?

SERVANT I am sure, and the proof of it is that we have flooded them with

lustral water and they have not budged an inch.(1)

f(1) The actors forming the chorus are meant here.

TRYGAEUS Come, then, to prayers; to prayers, quick!--Oh! Peace, mighty

queen, venerated goddess, thou, who presidest over choruses and at

nuptials, deign to accept the sacrifices we offer thee.

SERVANT Receive it, greatly honoured mistress, and behave not like the

coquettes, who half open the door to entice the gallants, draw back when

they are stared at, to return once more if a man passes on. But do not

act like this to us.

TRYGAEUS No, but like an honest woman, show thyself to thy worshippers,

who are worn with regretting thee all these thirteen years. Hush the

noise of battle, be a true Lysimacha to us.(1) Put an end to this

tittle-tattle, to this idle babble, that set us defying one another.

Cause the Greeks once more to taste the pleasant beverage of friendship

and temper all hearts with the gentle feeling of forgiveness. Make

excellent commodities flow to our markets, fine heads of garlic, early

cucumbers, apples, pomegranates and nice little cloaks for the slaves;

make them bring geese, ducks, pigeons and larks from Boeotia and baskets

of eels from Lake Copais; we shall all rush to buy them, disputing their

possession with Morychus, Teleas, Glaucetes and every other glutton.

Melanthius(2) will arrive on the market last of all; 'twill be, "no more

eels, all sold!" and then he'll start a-groaning and exclaiming as in

his monologue of Medea,(3) "I am dying, I am dying! Alas! I have let

those hidden in the beet escape me!"(4) And won't we laugh? These are

the wishes, mighty goddess, which we pray thee to grant.

f(1) Lysimacha is derived from (the Greek for) put an end

to, and (the Greek for) fight.

f(2) A tragic poet, reputed a great gourmand.

f(3) A tragedy by Melanthius.

f(4) Eels were cooked with beet.--A parody on some verses in

the 'Medea' of Melanthius.

SERVANT Take the knife and slaughter the sheep like a finished cook.

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