blocking up an oar-hole in the galley.
Would you crap in a thunder-mug that cost ten minae?
Undoubtedly, you rascal. Do you think I would sell my arse for a
Come, have the money paid over to me.
No, friend; I find it pinches my bottom. Take it away, I won't buy
What is to be done with this trumpet, for which I gave sixty
drachmae the other day?
Pour lead into the hollow and fit a good, long stick to the top;
and you will have a balanced cottabus.
Don't mock me.
Well, here's another idea. Pour in lead as I said, add here a dish
hung on strings, and you will have a balance for weighing the figs
which you give your slaves in the fields.
Cursed fate! I am ruined. Here are helmets, for which I gave a
mina each. What I to do with them? who will buy them?
Go and sell them to the Egyptians; they will do for measuring
Ah! poor helmet-maker, things are indeed in a bad way.
He has no cause for complaint.
But helmets will be no more used.
Let him learn to fit a handle to them and he can sell them for
Let us be off, comrade.
No, I want to buy these spears.
What will you give?
If they could be split in two, I would take them at a drachma
per hundred to use as vine-props.
The insolent dog! Let us go, friend.
(The munitions-makers all depart.)
TRYGAEUS (as some young boys enter)
Ah I here come the guests, young folks from the table to take a
pee; I fancy they also want to hum over what they will be singing
presently. Hi! child! what do you reckon to sing? Stand there and give
me the opening line.
"Glory to the young warriors..."
Oh! leave off about your young warriors, you little wretch; we are
at peace and you are an idiot and a rascal.
"The skirmish begins, the hollow bucklers clash against each