Trygaeus: 'How hard it was, then, to come straight to the gods.'
Trygaeus: Indeed, I have worked my two legs quite hard.
820
Trygaeus: small ones are seeing from above. To me, indeed.
Trygaeus: From heaven you appear most malicious,
Trygaeus: But from here they are far more ill-tempered.
Slave: O master, have you come?
Trygaeus: as I heard from someone.
Servant: But what happened to you?
825
Trygaeus: My legs are aching from the long journey.
Servant: Go now and tell me—
Servant: Have you seen another man in the air?
Slave: 'A wandering one, except himself?'
Trygaeus: No, unless perhaps.
Trygaeus: Two or three dithyrambic teachers' souls.
Servant: What then did I do?
830
Trygaeus: while we are gathering together to fly off.
Trygaeus: some of the inhabitants of the air.
Servant: Well, there certainly were not even the things they say, in the air.
Servant: Do we become stars when someone dies?
Slave: And who is the star there now?
Trygaeus: Ion the Chian, who made [it] long ago.
835
Trygaeus: Here the song once; and when he arrived, immediately
Trygaeus: 'All used to call him a star.'
Servant: for who are the stars that are running about?
Servant: Those who, burning, are running?
Trygaeus: Some [of them] from dinner
Trygaeus: these rich men are walking among the stars,
840
Trygaeus: Take ovens, and put fire in the ovens.
Trygaeus: But bring her in as quickly as possible, taking her by the hand,
Trygaeus: And flood the wash-basin, and heat the water,
Trygaeus: Spread for me and for her a nuptial bed.
Trygaeus: And having done these things, he came here again;
845
Trygaeus: But I will give this back to the Council for the present.
Slave: Where did you get these?
Trygaeus: From where? From the sky.
Servant: I would no longer give a drachma of the gods,
Servant: if you were feeding prostitutes just as we mortals do.
Trygaeus: No, but some even live there from these.
850
Trygaeus: Come now, let us go.
Slave: tell me, where shall I eat?
Trygaeus: Nothing; for he will not wish to feast.
Trygaeus: neither bread nor barley-cake, as was his custom always
Trygaeus: to lick ambrosia among the gods above.
Servant: Well, must we lick it here as well and prepare it?
855