You must offer pots of green-stuff to the goddess to consecrate
Pots of green-stuff as we do to poor Hermes-and even he thinks the
fare pretty mean?
What will you offer them? A fatted bull?
Oh no! I don't want to start bellowing the battle-cry.
A great fat swine then?
We don't want any of the swinishness of Theagenes.
What other victim do you prefer then?
But that's the Ionic form of the word.
Purposely. So that if anyone in the assembly says, "We must go
to war," all may start bleating in alarm, "Oi, oi."
A brilliant idea.
And we shall all be lambs one toward the other, yes, and milder
still toward the allies.
Then go for the sheep and haste to bring it back with you; I
will prepare the altar for the sacrifice.
(They both leave.)
How everything succeeds to our wish, when the gods are willing and
Fortune favours us! how opportunely everything falls out.
Nothing could be truer, for look! here stands the altar all
ready at my door.
(He enters his house.)
Hurry, hurry, for the winds are fickle; make haste, while the
divine will is set on stopping this cruel war and is showering on us
the most striking benefits.
Here is the basket of barley-seed mingled with salt, the chaplet
and the sacred knife; and there is the fire; so we are only waiting
for the sheep.
Hasten, hasten, for, if Chaeris sees you, he will come without
bidding, he and his flute; and when you see him puffing and panting
and out of breath, you will have to give him something.
TRYGAEUS (to the SERVANT who has returned with a sheep and a vase
Come, seize the basket and take the lustral water and hurry to
circle round the altar to the right.