Not I, by Apollo, unless they agree with me as the little
ape of an
armourer
agreed with his wife, not to bite me, nor pull me by
the testicles, nor shove things up my.
Aristophanes
EPOPS. They speak of benefits so great it is impossible either to
describe or conceive them; all shall be yours, all that we see here,
there, above and below us; this they vouch for.
CHORUS. Are they mad?
EPOPS. They are the sanest people in the world.
CHORUS. Clever men?
EPOPS. The slyest of foxes, cleverness its very self, men of the world,
cunning, the cream of knowing folk.
CHORUS. Tell them to speak and speak quickly; why, as I listen to you, I
am beside myself with delight.
EPOPS. Here, you there, take all these weapons and hang them up inside
close to the fire, near the figure of the god who presides there and
under his protection;[218] as for you, address the birds, tell them why I
have gathered them together.
PISTHETAERUS.
Not I, by Apollo, unless they agree with me as the little
ape of an
armourer
agreed with his wife, not to bite me, nor pull me by
the testicles, nor shove things up my.
...
CHORUS. You mean the.... (_Puts finger to bottom._) Oh! be quite at ease.
