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Greece (Greece) (search for this): card 301
The Chorus enters; it consists of laborers and farmers from various Greek states. Leader of the ChorusCome hither all! quick, quick, hasten to the rescue! All peoples of Greece, now is the time or never, for you to help each other. You see yourselves freed from battles and all their horrors of bloodshed. The day hateful to Lamachus has come. To Trygaeus. Come then, what must be done? Give your orders, direct us, for I swear to work this day without ceasing, until with the help of our levers and our engines we have drawn back into light the greatest of all goddesses, her to whom the olive is so dear. TrygaeusSilence! if War should hear your shouts of joy he would bound forth from his retreat in fury. Leader of the ChorusSuch a decree overwhelms us with joy; how different to the edict, which bade us muster with provisions for three days. TrygaeusLet us beware lest the cursed Cerberus prevent us even from the nethermost hell from delivering the goddess by his furious howling, just
Thrace (Greece) (search for this): card 250
outing after him. Be back as quick as ever you can. Trygaeus to the audience. What is going to happen, friends? This is the critical hour. Ah! if there is some initiate of Samothrace among you, this is surely the moment to wish this messenger some accident —some sprain or strain. Tumult returning. Alas! alas! thrice again, alas! War What is it? Again you come back without it? Tumult The Spartans too have lost their pestle. War How, varlet? Tumult They had lent it to their allies in Thrace, who have lost it for them. Trygaeus Long life to you, Thracians! My hopes revive, pluck up courage, mortals! War Take all this stuff; I am going in to make a pestle for myself.He goes in, followed by Tumult. Trygaeus Coming out of his hiding-place. Now is the time to sing as Datis did, as he masturbated at high noon, “Oh pleasure! oh enjoyment! oh delights!” Now, oh Greeks! is the moment when freed of quarrels and fighting, we should rescue sweet Peace and draw her out of this pit, befor<
Sicily (Italy) (search for this): card 250
War throwing in some cheese. Oh, Sicily! you too must perish! Your wretched towns shall be grated like this cheese. Now let us pour some Attic honey into the mortar. He does so. Trygaeus Aside. Oh! I beseech you! use some other honey; this kind is worth four obols; be careful, oh! be careful of our Attic honey. War Hi! Tumult, you slave there! Tumult What do you want? War Out upon you! Standing there with folded arms! Take this cuff on the head for your pains. Tumult Oh! how it stings! Master, have you got garlic in your fist, I wonder? War Run and fetch me a pestle. Tumult Butwe haven't got one; it was only yesterday we moved. War Go and fetch me one from Athens, and hurry, hurry! Tumult I'll hurry; if I return without one, I shall have no cause for laughing.He runs off. Trygaeus To the audience. Ah! what is to become of us, wretched mortals that we are? See the danger that threatens if he returns with the pestle, for War will quietly amuse himself with pounding all the to
Athens (Greece) (search for this): card 250
. Trygaeus Aside. Oh! I beseech you! use some other honey; this kind is worth four obols; be careful, oh! be careful of our Attic honey. War Hi! Tumult, you slave there! Tumult What do you want? War Out upon you! Standing there with folded arms! Take this cuff on the head for your pains. Tumult Oh! how it stings! Master, have you got garlic in your fist, I wonder? War Run and fetch me a pestle. Tumult Butwe haven't got one; it was only yesterday we moved. War Go and fetch me one from Athens, and hurry, hurry! Tumult I'll hurry; if I return without one, I shall have no cause for laughing.He runs off. Trygaeus To the audience. Ah! what is to become of us, wretched mortals that we are? See the danger that threatens if he returns with the pestle, for War will quietly amuse himself with pounding all the towns of Hellas to pieces. Ah! Bacchus! cause this herald of evil to perish on his road! War To the returning Tumult. Well? Tumult Well, what? War You have brought back nothing?
Sparta (Greece) (search for this): card 250
h the pestle, for War will quietly amuse himself with pounding all the towns of Hellas to pieces. Ah! Bacchus! cause this herald of evil to perish on his road! War To the returning Tumult. Well? Tumult Well, what? War You have brought back nothing? Tumult Alas! the Athenians have lost their pestle —the tanner, who ground Greece to powder. Trygaeus Oh! Athena, venerable mistress! it is well for our city he is dead, and before he could serve us with this hash. War Then go and seek one at Sparta and have done with it! Tumult Aye, aye, master! He runs off. War Shouting after him. Be back as quick as ever you can. Trygaeus to the audience. What is going to happen, friends? This is the critical hour. Ah! if there is some initiate of Samothrace among you, this is surely the moment to wish this messenger some accident —some sprain or strain. Tumult returning. Alas! alas! thrice again, alas! War What is it? Again you come back without it? Tumult The Spartans too have lost their
Greece (Greece) (search for this): card 250
o cause for laughing.He runs off. Trygaeus To the audience. Ah! what is to become of us, wretched mortals that we are? See the danger that threatens if he returns with the pestle, for War will quietly amuse himself with pounding all the towns of Hellas to pieces. Ah! Bacchus! cause this herald of evil to perish on his road! War To the returning Tumult. Well? Tumult Well, what? War You have brought back nothing? Tumult Alas! the Athenians have lost their pestle —the tanner, who ground GreeceGreece to powder. Trygaeus Oh! Athena, venerable mistress! it is well for our city he is dead, and before he could serve us with this hash. War Then go and seek one at Sparta and have done with it! Tumult Aye, aye, master! He runs off. War Shouting after him. Be back as quick as ever you can. Trygaeus to the audience. What is going to happen, friends? This is the critical hour. Ah! if there is some initiate of Samothrace among you, this is surely the moment to wish this messenger some acciden
Megara (Greece) (search for this): card 200
s! War Oh! Prasiae! thrice wretched, five times, aye, a thousand times wretched! for thou shalt be destroyed this day. He throws some leeks into the mortar. Trygaeus to the audience. This, gentlemen, does not concern us over much; it's only so much the worse for the Laconians. War Oh! Megara! Megara! how utterly are you going to be ground up! what fine mincemeat are you to be made into! He throws in some garlic. Trygaeus Aside. Alas! alas! what bitter tears there will be among the Megarians!s! War Oh! Prasiae! thrice wretched, five times, aye, a thousand times wretched! for thou shalt be destroyed this day. He throws some leeks into the mortar. Trygaeus to the audience. This, gentlemen, does not concern us over much; it's only so much the worse for the Laconians. War Oh! Megara! Megara! how utterly are you going to be ground up! what fine mincemeat are you to be made into! He throws in some garlic. Trygaeus Aside. Alas! alas! what bitter tears there will be among the Megarians!
Pylos (Greece) (search for this): card 200
e they for treating us so? Hermes Because they have afforded you an opportunity for peace more than once, but you have always preferred war. If the Laconians got the very slightest advantage, they would exclaim, “By the Twin Brethren! the Athenians shall smart for this.” If, on the contrary, the latter triumphed and the Laconians came with peace proposals, you would say, “By Demeter, they want to deceive us. No, by Zeus, we will not hear a word; they will always be coming as long as we hold Pylos.” Trygaeus Yes, that is quite the style our folk do talk in. Hermes So that I don't know whether you will ever see Peace again. Trygaeus Why, where has she gone to then? Hermes War has cast her into a deep pit. Trygaeus Where? Hermes Down there, at the very bottom. And you see what heaps of stones he has piled over the top, so that you should never pull her out again. Trygaeus Tell me, what is War preparing against us? Hermes All I know is that last evening he brought along a huge m
Greece (Greece) (search for this): card 200
l ever see Peace again. Trygaeus Why, where has she gone to then? Hermes War has cast her into a deep pit. Trygaeus Where? Hermes Down there, at the very bottom. And you see what heaps of stones he has piled over the top, so that you should never pull her out again. Trygaeus Tell me, what is War preparing against us? Hermes All I know is that last evening he brought along a huge mortar. Trygaeus And what is he going to do with his mortar? Hermes He wants to pound up all the cities of Greece in it.... But I must say good-bye, for I think he is coming out; what an uproar he is making! He departs in haste. Trygaeus Ah! great gods let us seek safety; I think I already hear the noise of this fearful war mortar. He hides. War Enters, carrying a huge mortar. Oh! mortals, mortals, wretched mortals, how your jaws will snap! Trygaeus Oh! divine Apollo! what a prodigious big mortar! Oh, what misery the very sight of War causes me! This then is the foe from whom I fly, who is so cruel,
Piraeus (Greece) (search for this): card 154
Trygaeus Intoning.Now come, my Pegasus, get a-going with up-pricked ears and make your golden bridle resound gaily. Eh! what are you doing? What are you up to? Do you turn your nose towards the cesspools? Come, pluck up a spirit; rush upwards from the earth, stretch out your speedy wings and make straight for the palace of Zeus; for once give up foraging in your daily food. —Hi! you down there, what are you after now? Oh! my god! it's a man taking a crap in the Piraeus, close to the whorehouses. But is it my death you seek then, my death? Will you not bury that right away and pile a great heap of earth upon it and plant wild thyme therein and pour perfumes on it? If I were to fall from up here and misfortune happened to me, the town of Chios would owe a fine of five talents for my death, all because of your damned ars
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