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Chorus
Singing.
Oh! joy, joy! no more helmet, no more cheese nor onions! [1130] No, I have no passion for battles; what I love is to drink with good comrades in the corner by the fire when good dry wood, [1135] cut in the height of the summer, is crackling; it is to cook pease on the coals and beechnuts among the embers, it is to kiss our pretty Thracian while my wife is at the bath.
Aristophanes. Peace. The Complete Greek Drama, vol. 2. Eugene O'Neill, Jr. New York. Random House. 1938.
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