Chorus
Singing.
Here is a truly happy old man, as far as I can judge. Trygaeus
Singing.
Ah! but what shall I be, when you see me presently dressed for the wedding? Chorus
Made young again by love and scented with perfumes, [860] your lot will be one we all shall envy. Trygaeus
And when I lie beside her and fondle her breasts? Chorus
Oh! then you will be happier than those spinning-tops who call Carcinus their father. Trygaeus
[865] And I well deserve it; have I not bestridden a beetle to save the Greeks, who now, thanks to me, can make love at their ease and sleep peacefully on their farms?