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Chorus
Then, when we have danced, clinked our cups and thrown Hyperbolus through the doorway we will carry back all our farming tools to the fields [1320] and shall pray the gods to give wealth to the Greeks and to cause us all to gather in an abundant barley harvest, enjoy a noble vintage, to grant that we may choke with good figs, [1325] that our wives may prove fruitful, that in fact we may recover all our lost blessings, and that the sparkling fire may be restored to the hearth. Opora comes out of the house, followed by torch-bearing slaves.
Trygaeus
Come, wife, to the fields [1330] and seek, my beauty, to brighten and enliven my nights. First Half Chorus
Oh! Hymen! oh! Hymenaeus! Second Half Chorus
Oh! thrice happy man, who so well deserve your good fortune! First Half Chorus
Oh! Hymen! oh! Hymenaeus! Second Half Chorus
[1335] Oh! Hymen! oh! Hymenaeus! First Half Chorus
What shall we do to her? Second Half Chorus
What shall we do to her? First Half Chorus
We will gather her kisses. Second Half Chorus
We will gather her kisses. First Half Chorus
But come, comrades, [1340] we who are in the first row, let us pick up the bridegroom and carry him in triumph. Second Half Chorus
Oh! Hymen! oh! Hymenaeus! First Half Chorus
Oh! Hymen! oh! Hymenaeus! Trygaeus
You shall have a fine house, [1345] no cares and the finest of figs. Second Half Chorus
Oh! Hymen! oh! Hymenaeus! First Half Chorus
Oh! Hymen! oh! Hymenaeus! Second Half Chorus
The bridegroom's fig is great and thick; First Half Chorus
[1350] The bride's very soft and tender. Trygaeus
While eating and drinking deep draughts of wine, continue to repeat: Chorus
Oh! Hymen! oh! Hymenaeus! Oh! Hymen! oh! Hymenaeus! Trygaeus
[1355] Hail, hail, my friends. All who come with me shall have cakes galore.
Aristophanes. Peace. The Complete Greek Drama, vol. 2. Eugene O'Neill, Jr. New York. Random House. 1938.
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