Euripides: hail, dear child; but the father Cepheus
Euripides: May the gods destroy the one who exposed you.
Mnesilochus: And who are you, that have pitied my suffering?
Euripides: Echo, the female parrot of words,
Euripides: who last year in this very place
1060
Euripides: I even competed with Euripides.
Euripides: but, child, you yourself must do your own thing,
Euripides: to weep miserably.
Mnesilochus: and later I will break you.
Euripides: 'I will take care of these things. But begin speaking.'
Mnesilochus: O holy night!
1065
Mnesilochus: What a long chase you are pursuing!
Mnesilochus: they are driving a chariot with star-shaped backs.
Mnesilochus: 'of the holy aether'
Mnesilochus: "For the most reverent [one] through Olympus?"
Euripides: through Olympus.
Mnesilochus: What, pray tell, is Andromeda, a woman surrounded by evils?
1070
Mnesilochus: I drew a portion—
Euripides: I have drawn a portion—
Mnesilochus: O miserable one, death?
Euripides: 'Wretch, of death?'
Mnesilochus: You will destroy me, old woman, by chattering.
Euripides: 'You are being petulant.'
Mnesilochus: By Zeus, you are an annoying fellow!
1075
Mnesilochus: Very much so.
Mnesilochus: Oh good, let me sing alone,
Mnesilochus: And she will do me a favor. Stop.
Mnesilochus: Go to the crows!
Euripides: Go to the crows.
Mnesilochus: What evil is this?
1080
Mnesilochus: You are talking nonsense.
Euripides: You are talking nonsense.
Mnesilochus: I'm being punched in the face.
Euripides: [I have] a sore throat.
Archer: Is this you, you chatterbox?
Euripides: Is this you, a chatterbox?
Bowman: Shall I summon the prytanes?
Euripides: Shall I summon the prytanes?
Bowman: Is this an evil?
1085
Euripides: "And this is bad?"
Euripides: How is the foal?
Euripides: Are you talking?
Triballian: 'Are you sneezing for me?'
Euripides: 'Are you coughing at me?'
Mnesilochus: By Zeus, but this woman is nearby.
1090
Euripides: 'This one is nearby.'
Bowman: Where in the world is that filthy woman? And now she is burning!
Bowman: Where, where are you making off to?
Euripides: Where, where are you fleeing?
Archers: You will not have time?
Euripides: "You will not get a chance?"
Bowman: You are still grumbling, then?
1095
Euripides: "Are you still grumbling, then?"
Archers: take the filthy one.
Euripides: take the filthy one.
Archer: Talkative and cursed woman.