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ARISTOPHANES
Frofis. Cease with your profane entreaties
All in vain for ever striving : so
Silence is against our natures. With the vernal heat reviving,
Our aquatic crew repair From their periodic sleep, In the dark and chilly deep, as
To the cheerful upper air ; Then we frolic here and there All amidst the meadows fair ; Shady plants of asphodel Are the lodc^es where we dwell : 9o
Chanting in the leafy bowers All the livelong summer hours. Till the sudden gusty showers Send us headlong, helter-skelter, To the pool to seek for shelter : 95
Meagre, eager, leaping, lunging, From the sedgy wharfage plunging To the tranquil depth below, There we muster all a- row ; Where, secure from toil and trouble, 100 With a tuneful hubble-bubble. Our symphonious accents flow. Brekeke-kesh, koash, koash.
Bacchus. I forbid you to proceed.
Frogs. That would be severe indeed ; los
Arbitrary, bold, and rash — Brekeke-kesh, koash, koash.
Bacchus. I command you to desist —
— Oh, my back, there ! oh, my wrist ! AVhat a twist ! uo
What a sprain !
Frogs. Once again —
