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Chorus
Singing.
This town will soon be inhabited by a crowd of men. [1315] Fortune favours us alone and thus they have fallen in love with our city. Pisthetaerus
To the slave Manes, who brings in a basket full of wings.
Come, hurry up and bring them along. Chorus
Will not man find here everything that can please him — [1320] wisdom, love, the divine Graces, the sweet face of gentle peace? Pisthetaerus
As Manes comes in with another basket.
Oh! you lazy servant! won't you hurry yourself?
Aristophanes. Birds. The Complete Greek Drama, vol. 2. Eugene O'Neill, Jr. New York. Random House. 1938.
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