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Chorus
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What unparalleled impudence! 'Tis ever the same brazen front. [400] If I don't hate you, why, I'm ready to take the place of the one blanket Cratinus wets; I'll offer to play a tragedy by Morsimus. Oh! you cheat! who turn all into money, who flutter from one extortion to another; may you disgorge as quickly as you have crammed yourself! [405] Then only would I sing, “Let us drink, let us drink to this happy event!” [407]
Then even the son of Ulius, the old wheat-fairy, would empty his cup with transports of joy, crying, “Io, Paean! Io, Bacchus!”
Aristophanes. Knights. The Complete Greek Drama, vol. 2. Eugene O'Neill, Jr. New York. Random House. 1938.
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