Euripides: women, if you wish for the rest of the time
1160
Euripides: 'Make libations to me, right now it is possible,'
Euripides: for which reason one might not hear at all from me
Euripides: Then it is a bad thing. I am offering a truce on these points.
Chorus: With what need do you bring forward this speech?
Euripides: So then, this is my relative on the board.
1165
Euripides: If then I should obtain this one, I will never...
Euripides: You will hear it badly; but if you do not obey me,
Euripides: which you are now dwelling under the men.
Euripides: I will slander you, given that you are present, from the army.
Chorus: know that what is ours is persuaded to you;
1170
Chorus: but persuade this barbarian yourself.
Euripides: It is my work; and your blow, just so much for you.
Euripides: on the road they were saying to do this in order to remember.
Euripides: First of all, therefore, go through and uncover.
Euripides: But you, Teredon, breathe out a Persian air again.
1175
Bowman: What is this buzzing? Who is rousing me for revelry?
Euripides: The girl was going to rehearse in advance, archer.
Euripides: For she is coming, dancing, as if she were some men.
Bowman: by oaths and practices, I am not hindered.
Toxotes: as light, just like a flea on the thigh.
1180
Euripides: Bring the child down from above, my child!
Euripides: and sitting down on the knees of the Scythian
Euripides: Show me both feet, so that I may untie them.
Toxotes: Come down, come down, down, down, little bow.
Tosotes: Alas, how the chick chirps, just like a quail.
1185
Euripides: Call out more quickly; are you still afraid of the Scythian?
Archer: Well, that's a good rump. You would cry if you didn't stand firm.
Bowman: Peeping up and peering over, he has been castrated;
Archer: Well then; a fine appearance around the arse.
Euripides: It is well. Take your cloak; it is time for us.
Euripides: 'Now walk.'
1190
Archer: Didn't I strike you first with stones?
Euripides: quite so; kiss him.
Archers: Oh, oh, oh papapapai,
Toxotēs: How sweet the tongue is, like Attic honey.
Archer: Why did you not shoot an arrow past me?
Euripides: For this would not happen.
Bowman: Yes, yes, you wretch.
Bowman: For me, you owe this favor.
1195
Euripides: Then will you give a drachma?
Bowman: Yes, by the gods, let them give.
Euripides: Well then, bring the money.
Bowman: But I haven't come to the door; rather, take the piglet.
Euripides: Then, you take it back to them.
Archers: and you guard this old man, you wretch.
Archer: What is your name?
1200
Archer: then remember the name: Artemouxia.
Euripides: Hermes, crafty one, you are still doing these things quite well.
Euripides: So then, run away, taking this little child;
Euripides: But I will release this man. And you, however, in a manly way...
Euripides: when you are loosed as quickly as possible, you will run and fart.
1205
Euripides: as for the woman and the child, home.
Mnesilochus: I shall take care of these things once I am freed.
Euripides: loosen yourself. It is your work, flee before the archer.
Euripides: to catch them arriving.
Mnesilochus: So this is what I do.
Bowman: Oh old woman, how much your breast was tickled,
1210
Archer: And it's not difficult, but mild. Where is the old woman?
Bowman: Alas, I am destroyed! Where is the old man from this direction?
Archer: Oh old woman, oh old woman. I do not praise an old woman.
Arrow: That old woman slandered me. Run away from her as quickly as possible, you!
Archer: That is the way to be quiet; for it must be done.
1215
Bowman: What are they doing? Where is the old woman? Artamoxia.
Chorus: Are you asking about the old woman who brought the clappers?
Bowman: yes, indeed. Did you see it?
Chorus: She is going this way.
Chorus: She and that old man followed.
Bowman: Did they throw saffron at the old man?
1220
Chorus: You could still catch him, if you pursued him this way.
Arrow-man: Oh, filthy old woman, are you running along the road?
Chorus: Run straight up. Where are you running? Not back again.
Chorus: Will she pursue her this way? But you, on the contrary, are running away from her.
Bowman: wretched one, but run. Artemoxia.
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