Trygaeus: As much as the money came for dinner to the wedding.
Trygaeus: Take away these tables.
Trygaeus: for there is certainly no further use for her.
Trygaeus: Then put the stones and the pebbles on top.
1195
Trygaeus: And the hare's haunches, and the collaboi.
Reaper: Where, where is Trygaeus?
Trygaeus: I stir up the sparrows.
Ploughman: O dearest Trygaeus, how many good things...
Scythe-maker: you have done well to make peace; as you did before.
Scythe-maker: No one would have bought a scythe, not even for a farthing,
1200
Sickle-maker: Now, however, I sell it for fifty drachmas;
Scythe-maker: here are the jars, three drachmas each, for the fields.
Sickle-maker: But, O Trygaeus, take the sickles.
Reaping-hook maker: and whatever you wish of these, free of charge; and take these too:
Sickle-maker: for from these we have sold and even profited.
1205
Reaping-hook-maker: These gifts we bring to you for the wedding.
Trygaeus: Go now, having put these things down beside me, enter.
Trygaeus: to dinner as quickly as possible; for this fellow too
Trygaeus: A dealer in arms is coming forward, carrying them.
Hill-maker: Alas, how you have ruined my very heart, O Trygaeus.
1210
Trygaeus: What is it, you wretch? Are you not bristling?
Hillmaker: You have destroyed my craft and my livelihood,
Hill-Creator: And this one and that spear-carrier.
Trygaeus: But what, pray, shall I put down for you on these two hills?
Hill-maker: what do you yourself give?
1215
Trygaeus: What am I giving? I am ashamed.
Trygaeus: However, since the wasp has much trouble,
Trygaeus: I would give them three choinikes of dried figs.
Trygaeus: so that I may clean this table.
Hillmaker: So bring in the threshing floors, while you enter;
Hill-maker: For it is better to have something, than to have nothing.
1220
Trygaeus: Carry it away, carry it away to the crows from the house.
Trygaeus: water the hair, there is nothing on the two hills.
Trygaeus: I would not buy so much as a single anchovy.
Thoracopolis: And why is there a bulge in the breastplate of this decamnos?
Thoracopoles: 'Shall I use the most beautiful [thing] for the one who is wounded, wretch?'
1225
Trygaeus: This man will certainly not do you any harm.
Trygaeus: But take this one from the equal rations!
Trygaeus: for it is very suitable to tread upon it—
Thoracopoles: Stop insulting me with my own money.