but I am hunting for fine, tasty words to
break down the
hardness
of their hearts.
Aristophanes
But what
object can have induced you to come among us? Speak boldly, for I shall
not break the truce,--until you have told us all.
PISTHETAERUS. I am bursting with desire to speak; I have already mixed
the dough of my address and nothing prevents me from kneading it....
Slave! bring the chaplet and water, which you must pour over my hands. Be
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EUELPIDES. Is it a question of feasting? What does it all mean?
PISTHETAERUS. By Zeus, no!
but I am hunting for fine, tasty words to
break down the
hardness
of their hearts.
--I grieve so much for you, who
at one time were kings....
CHORUS. We kings! Over whom?
PISTHETAERUS. ... of all that exists, firstly of me and of this man, even
of Zeus himself. Your race is older than Saturn, the Titans and the
Earth.
