O bring me fire, and bring me frankincense. I'll pray, or e'er the clash of wits begin, To judge t...
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By Cycnuses or Memnons clad in terrible array, With bells upon their horses' heads, the audience ...
are statelier, grander robes than ours. Such was my plan: but when you began, you spoilt and degra...
At Archedemus poke, Who has not cut his guildsmen yet, though seven years old; Yet up among the de...
DIONYSUS Aye, but he's speaking to the dead, you knave, Who cannot hear us though we call them thr...
Turning him round like a lazy lout, Straight on my mouth deliver a facer, Knocking my ivory choirm...
Unwilling in the Muses' holy field The self-same flowers as Phrynichus to cull. But he from all th...
A holy man! 'Tis now the other's turn. DIONYSUS Hi! Hi! AEACUS Hallo! DIONYSUS Look at those h...
Say what he thinks; the city travails sore. DIONYSUS What does she think herself about him? She l...
DIONYSUS He has gone and left us. A genial poet, by his friends much missed. HERACLES Gone where...
That won't worry him much, for has he not gained them by perjury? PRAXAGORA But his riches will no...
Enter CHARON. CHARON Yoh, up! lay her to. XANTHIAS Whatever's that? DIONYSUS Why, that's the l...
first banquet to-day. BLEPYRUS Are we going to banquet? PRAXAGORA Why, undoubtedly! Furthermore,...
Get you in front directly. XANTHIAS And now I see the most ferocious monster. DIONYSUS O, what's...
the market to buy flour, and was in the act of holding out my bag wide open, when the herald starte...