Dicaeopolis: What? A Megarian man?
750
Megarian: Let us buy and come.
Dikaiopolis: How are you?
Megarian: We are always burning more wood.
Dikaiopolis: But by Zeus, it is sweet, if the flute is present.
Dikaiopolis: What else are the Megarians doing now?
Megarian: just as you say.
Megarian: I was quickly selling from there,
Megarian: Men of the Council, this is what they were doing for the city,
755
Megarian: May we perish as quickly and as badly as possible.
Dicaeopolis: Immediately then you will depart from your affairs.
Dikaiopolis: What else is there, Megara? How is the grain sold?
Megarian: with us he is as precious as the gods.
Dicaeopolis: So you are bringing salt?
760
Megarian: 'Aren't you the ones who rule them?'
Dikaiopolis: Not even garlic?
Megarian: What sort of garlic? You, who are always,
Megarian: 'You throw it ten times, the poor mice.'
Megarian: You pull up the stones again and again.
Dikaiopolis: What, then, are you bringing?
Megarian: I am a pig, secretly.
Dikaiopolis: You speak well; show it.
765
Megarian: but, by Zeus, they are beautiful.
Megarian: 'Strike me if you can! How fat and well-fed!'
Dikaiopolis: What was this thing?
Megarian: a pig, by Zeus.
Dikaiopolis: What are you saying? What kind of a pig is it, then?
Megarian: Or isn't this a pig?
Dicaeopolis: He does not appear to me.
Megarian: Isn't it terrible? Run away from this treachery!
770
Megarian: 'You don't say that this is a pig. But, by Zeus,'
Megarian: Oh, you who will die, throw me a handful of salt from your salt-cellar,
Megarian: If this is not a pig according to the laws of the Greeks.
Dikaiopolis: but there is one of a man, indeed.
Megarian: Yes, by Diocles.
Megarian: I am Megarian. And whom do you think you are taking him to be?
775
Megarian: Do you really want to hear them speaking?
Megarian: shout out quickly now a piglet.
Megarian: Are you not using it? Are you being silent, you most wretched woman?
Megarian: Again I will beat you, by Hermes, to your home.
Megarian: "Is this a pig?"
Dikaiopolis: Now a piglet is clearly visible.
Dikaiopolis: but since you were reared in a cellar, you will be a fool.
Megarian: Be quite sure, your mother will be likened to a many.
Dikaiopolis: but he is not even a sacrifice.
Megarian: "Do you, at least, swear?"
Megarian: But isn't he a butcher?
785
Dikaiopolis: He does not have a tail.
Megarian: for she is young; but she is a virgin.
Megarian: She will have a large and fat and red one.
Megarian: But if you let them be raised, this pig is good for you.
Dikaiopolis: as related is the bushel to the other.
Megarian: For she is a half-sister, since she is from the same father.
790
Megarian: but if it fattens and blooms three times,
Megarian: The pig will be finest for sacrificing to Aphrodite.
Dikaiopolis: But a pig is not sacrificed to Aphrodite.
Megarian: Isn't there a pig for Aphrodite? She alone is a goddess among the gods.
Megarian: And indeed the meat of these pigs is being made.
795
Megarian: 'The most delightful thing is the spitted pig.'
Dicaeopolis: Would they already be eating without their mother?
Megarian: Yes, by Poseidon, and I would have been able to eat my father.
