But to-day is not the feast of Paean.
LAMACHUS (to the soldiers)
Oh take hold of my leg, do; ah I hold it tenderly, my friends!
DICAEOPOLIS (to the girls)
And you, my darlings, take hold of my tool, both of you!
This blow with the stone makes me dizzy; my sight grows dim.
For myself, I want to get to bed; I've got an erection and I
want to make love in the dark.
Carry me to the surgeon Pittalus. Put me in his healing hands!
Take me to the judges. Where is the king of the feast? The
wine-skin is mine!
LAMACHUS (as he is being carried away)
That spear has pierced my bones; what torture I endure!
DICAEOPOLIS (to the audience)
You see this empty cup! I triumph! I triumph!
Old man, I come at your bidding! You triumph! you triumph!
Again I have brimmed my cup with umnixed wine and drained it at
You triumph then, brave champion; thine is the wine-skin!
Follow me, singing "Triumph! Triumph!"
Aye! we will sing of thee, thee and thy sacred wine-skin, and we
all, as we follow thee, will repeat in thine honour, "Triumph,