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Peace [12]

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Is that you, master?

TRYGAEUS

So I've been told.

SERVANT

What has happened to you?

TRYGAEUS

My legs pain me; it was such a damned long journey.

SERVANT

Oh! tell me....

TRYGAEUS

What?

SERVANT

Did you see any other man besides yourself strolling about in

heaven;

TRYGAEUS

No, only the souls of two or three dithyrambic poets.

SERVANT

What were they doing up there?

TRYGAEUS

They were seeking to catch some lyric exordia as they flew by

immersed in the billows of the air.

SERVANT

Is it true, what they tell us, that men are turned into stars

after death?

TRYGAEUS

Quite true.

SERVANT

Then what star has Ion of Chios turned into?

TRYGAEUS

The Morning Star, the one he wrote a poem about; as soon as he got

up there, everyone called him the Morning Star.

SERVANT

And those stars like sparks, that plough up the air as they dart

across the sky.

TRYGAEUS

They are the rich leaving the feast with a lantern and a light

inside it.-But hurry up, show this young girl into my house, (pointing

to OPORA) clean out the bath, heat some water and prepare the

nuptial couch for herself and me. When that's done, come back here;

meanwhile I am off to present this other one to the Senate.

SERVANT

But where then did you get these girls?

TRYGAEUS

Where? why in heaven.

SERVANT

I would not give more than an obolus for gods who have got to

keeping brothels like us mere mortals.

TRYGAEUS

They are not all like that, but there are some up there too who

live by this trade.

SERVANT

Come, that's rich! But tell me, shall I give her something to eat?

TRYGAEUS

No, for she would touch neither bread nor cake; she is used to

licking ambrosia at the table of the gods.

SERVANT

Well, we can give her something to lick down here too.

(He takes OPORA into the house.)

CHORUS (singing)

Here is a truly happy old man, as far as I can judge.

TRYGAEUS (singing)

Ah! but what shall I be, when you see me presently dressed for the

wedding?

CHORUS (singing)

Made young again by love and scented with perfumes, your lot

will be one we all shall envy.

TRYGAEUS (singing)

And when I lie beside her and fondle her breasts?

CHORUS (singing)

Oh! then you will be happier than those spinning-tops who call

Carcinus their father.

TRYGAEUS (singing)

And I well deserve it; have I not bestridden a beetle to save

the Greeks, who now, thanks to me, can make love at their ease and

sleep peacefully on their farms?

SERVANT (returning from the house)

The girl has quitted the bath; she is charming from head to

foot, belly and buttocks too; the cake is baked and they are

kneading the sesame-biscuit; nothing is lacking but the bridegroom's

tool.

TRYGAEUS

Let us first hasten to lodge Theoria in the hands of the Senate.

SERVANT

Tell me, who is this woman?

TRYGAEUS

Why, it's Theoria, with whom we used formerly to go to Brauron, to

get tipsy and frolic-I had the greatest trouble to get hold of her.

SERVANT

Ah! you charmer! what pleasure your pretty bottom will afford me

every four years!

TRYGAEUS (to the audience)

Let's see, which one of you is steady enough to be trusted by

the Senate with the care of this charming wench? (to the SERVANT)

Hi! you, friend! what are you drawing there?

SERVANT (who has been making signs in the air)

It's er.... well, at the Isthmian Games I shall have a tent for my

tool.

TRYGAEUS (to the audience)

Come, who wishes to take the charge of her? No one? Come, Theoria,

I am going to lead you into the midst of the spectators and confide

you to their care.

SERVANT

Ah! there is one who makes a sign to you.

TRYGAEUS

Who is it?
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