Trygaeus
These are the wishes, mighty goddess, which we pray thee to grant. Servant
Take the knife and slaughter the sheep like a finished cook. Trygaeus
No, the goddess does not wish it. Servant
And why not? Trygaeus
Blood cannot please Peace, [1020] so let us spill none upon her altar. Then go and sacrifice the sheep in the house, cut off the legs and bring them here; thus the carcass will be saved for the Choregus.The Servant goes into the house with the sheep.