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DICAEOPOLIS
I shall dismember it despite your cries; I will listen to nothing. CHORUS
How! will you kill this coal-basket, my beloved comrade? DICAEOPOLIS
Just now, you would not listen to me. CHORUS
Well, speak now, if you will; tell us, tell us you have a weakness for the Lacedaemonians. I consent to anything; never will I forsake this dear little basket. DICAEOPOLIS
First, throw down your stones. CHORUS
There! 'tis done. And you, do put away your sword. DICAEOPOLIS
Let me see that no stones remain concealed in your cloaks. CHORUS
They are all on the ground; see how we shake our garments. Come, no haggling, lay down your sword; we threw away everything while crossing from one side of the stage to the other.1
1 The stage of the Greek theatre was much broader, and at the same time shallower, than in a modern playhouse.
Aristophanes. Acharnians. The Eleven Comedies. Anonymous. New York. Liveright. 192?.