stuff yourselves with this fine hare-stew; it's not every day that
we find cakes lying neglected. Eat, eat, or I
predict you will soon
regret it.
TRYGAEUS (coming out of the house)
Silence! Keep silence! Here is the bride about to appear! Take
nuptial torches and let all
rejoice and join in our songs. 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 and
shall pray the gods to give
wealth to the Greeks and to cause us all
to gather in an
abundantbarleyharvest, enjoy a noble vintage, to
grant that we may choke With good figs, 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.) Come, wife, to the
fields and seek, my beauty, to
brighten and
enliven my nights. Oh!
Hymen! oh! Hymenaeus!
LEADER OF THE CHORUS (singing)
Oh!
thrice happy man, who so well
deserve your good fortune! Oh!
Hymen! oh oh! Hymenaeus!
CHORUS (singing)
Oh! Hymen! oh! Hymenaeus!
TRYGAEUS (singing)
What shall we do to her?
CHORUS (singing)
What shall we do to her?
TRYGAEUS (singing)
We will gather her kisses.
CHORUS (singing)
We will gather her kisses.
LEADER OF THE CHORUS (singing)
But come, comrades, we who are in the first row, let us pick up
the
bridegroom and carry him in
triumph. Oh! Hymen! oh! Hymenaeus! Oh!
Hymen! oh! Hymenaeus!
TRYGAEUS (singing)
You shall have a fine house, no cares and the finest of figs.
Oh! Hymen! oh! Hymenaeus! Oh! Hymen! oh! Hymenaeus!
LEADER OF THE CHORUS (singing)
The
bridegroom's fig is great and thick; the bride's very soft and
tender.
TRYGAEUS (singing)
While eating and drinking deep draughts of wine, continue to
repeat: Oh! Hymen! oh! Hymenaeus! Oh! Hymen! oh! Hymenaeus, Hail,
hail, my friends. All who come with me shall have cakes galore.
THE END
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