Messenger A: And by Zeus, the birds are indeed girded.
Messenger A: We were carrying bricks. And up above the guide.
Angel A: flying with their wings behind, just like children.
1150
Messenger A: the swallows [fill] the mud in their mouths.
Pisthetaerus: So what would anyone hire for wages anymore?
Pisthetaerus: Bring it so I may see, what then? Who are those of the wooden wall?
Pisthetaerus: 'Have they been accomplished?'
Messenger A: The birds were builders.
Messenger A: Most wise woodpeckers, who with your snouts
1155
Messenger A: They hacked at the gates; and the noise was [such].
Messenger A: like they are carpenters in a shipyard.
Messenger A: And now all those things have been walled up with gates.
Messenger A: and he has been thrown down and is being guarded all around,
Messenger A: He is being attacked, a bell is being carried [in alarm], everywhere,
1160
Messenger A: The watchmen have been set up and the signal-fires.
Messenger A: In the towers. But as for me, I am running away
Messenger A: I will wash myself off; but you yourself do the rest now.
Chorus: What are you doing? Do you wonder that
Chorus: Thus has the wall been walled up so quickly?
1165
Pisthetairos: By the gods, I do; for indeed it is fitting;
Pisthetaerus: For truly it seems to me to be equal to lies.
Pisthetaerus: But this man is a messenger from there, for he is a guard.
Pisthetaerus: He will eat a pyrrhic dance looking towards us here.
Messenger B: Io, io, io, io, io, io.
1170
Pisthetaerus: What is this affair?
Messenger B: We have suffered terribly.
Messenger B.: For one of the gods has just now come from Zeus.
Messenger B.: He flew in through the gates into the air,
Messenger B.: Having slipped past the watchful magpie guards.
Pisthetaerus: Oh, what a terrible and outrageous deed I have accomplished.
1175
Pisthetairos: Which of the gods?
Messenger B.: We do not know; but that he had wings,
Messenger B.: We know that.
Pisthetaerus: Surely then we ought not to have sent out patrols.
Pisthetaerus: To send against him immediately?
Messenger B: But we sent [them].
Messenger B.: thirty thousand hawk-archers,
Messenger B.: Let everyone go with his nails hooked,
1180
Messenger B.: a hawk, a trireme commander, a vulture, a cumin, an eagle;
Messenger B.: with force, with wings, and with buzzing
Messenger B.: The air is shaken as the god is sought;
Messenger B.: Not from a distance, but somewhere right here.
Messenger B.: It is already [here].
1185
Pisthetaerus: Shouldn't we then take slings?
Pisthetaerus: And bows? Come here, all the servants!
Pisthetaerus: Shoot, strike, someone throw me a sling.