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Chorus
Singing.
Ah! God grant we may see the blessed day. I have suffered so much; have so oft slept with Phormio on hard beds. [350] You will no longer find me a bitter and angry judge, nor, naturally, hard in my ways, as heretofore, but turned indulgent and grown younger by twenty years through happiness. [355] We have been killing ourselves long enough, tiring ourselves out with going to the Lyceum and returning laden with spear and buckler. —But what can we do to please you? Come, [360] speak; for 'tis a good Fate that has named you our leader.
Aristophanes. Peace. The Complete Greek Drama, vol. 2. Eugene O'Neill, Jr. New York. Random House. 1938.
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