Chorus
singing
Oh! you scoundrel! you impudent bawler! [305] everything is filled with your daring, all Attica, the Assembly, the Treasury, the decrees, the tribunals. As a furious torrent [310] you have overthrown our city; your outcries have deafened Athens [313] and, posted upon a high rock, you have lain in wait for the tribute moneys as the fisherman does for the tunny-fish.