Chorus
Singing.
Ah! God grant we may see the blessed day. I have suffered so much; have so oft slept with Phormio on hard beds.
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You will no longer find me a bitter and angry judge, nor, naturally, hard in my ways, as heretofore, but turned indulgent and grown younger by twenty years through happiness.
355
We have been killing ourselves long enough, tiring ourselves out with going to the Lyceum and returning laden with spear and buckler. —But what can we do to please you? Come,
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speak; for 'tis a good Fate that has named you our leader.
Peace. Aristophanes. ed. Eugene O'Neill, Jr.. New York. 1938.
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