The Frogs
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XANTHIAS
I'm getting crushed:
my shoulder's aching.
getting crushed
my shoulder's aching
him
he
Air, Zeus's chamber Time's foot
'Twas not my mind that swore: my tongue committed
A little perjury on its own account.
Let them go
so
he
To Xan.
To Xan.
To DIO. Calling.
To DIO.
I
pointing to the audience
To the Spectre
A flute is played behind the scenes
In the distance
The calling forth of Iacchus
(The welcome to Iacchus.)
(The warning-off of the profane.)
The start of the procession
The processional hymn to Persephone
The processional hymn to Demeter
The processional hymn to Iacchus
The banter at the bridge of Cephisus
The departure for the Thriasian Plain
I
you
very
you
Striking out
In agony
he's
you
Aeacus strikes him
Incredulously
Strikes DIO
Cheerfully
Shrieking Calmly
Screaming
Regards the audience
he
you
to the Chorus
To Eur
To Aesch
your
my
his
What's amiss? Why was that? How is this?
Why, where's my pitcher? What's the matter?
'Tis dead and gone my last year's platter.
Who gnawed these olives? Bless the sprat,
Who nibbled off the head of that?
And where's the garlic vanished, pray,
I purchased only yesterday?
him
him
ye
Evir alake
that
their
you
my
that
my you
he is poor,
too poor by far
I
Grave Hermes, witnessing a father's power. Be thou my saviour
and mine aid to-day, For here I come and hither I return.
him
my
To Dio
To Eur
Grave Hermes, witnessing a father's power
to Eur
Be thou my saviour and mine aid to-day, For here I come, and
hither I return
Aside
you
Now on this funeral mound I call my father To hear, to
hearken.
your
A happy man was Oedipus at first
Then he became the wretchedest of men.
'Aegyptus, sailing with his fifty sons, As ancient legends mostly
tell the tale, Touching at Argos
Bacchus, who, clad in fawnskins, leaps and bounds
With torch and thyrsus in the choral dance Along Parnassus
No man is blest in every single thing. One
is of noble birth, but lacking means. Another, baseborn
Once Cadmus, quitting the Sidonian town, Agenor's offspring
him
Pelops, the son of Tantalus, while driving His
mares to Pisa
Oeneus once
reaping
Oeneus once reaping an
abundant harvest, Offering the firstfruits
Zeus, as by
Truth's own voice the tale is told,
A slight pause, during which the music of a flute is heard. The music
continues to the end of line 1277 as an accompaniment to the
recitative
why hearing the voice of the
hero-dividing. Hah! smiting! approachest thou not to the rescue
abide, are adoring our ancestor Hermes. Hah! smiting!
approachest thou not to the rescue?
Atreides, thou noblest of
all the Achaeans. Hah! smiting! approachest thou not to the rescue
will quickly the Temple of
Artemis open. Hah! smiting! approachest thou not to the rescue?
I know it the omen the chieftains encountered. Hah!
smiting! approachest thou not to the rescue?
Achaea, the lords of the mighty
Hellenes
the Sphinx, the unchancy, the chieftainess blood-hound.
and hand the avengers the terrible eagle
winged hounds of the air he provided a booty.
he
To Dio
To Eur
O that the Argo had not winged her way
River Spercheius, cattle-grazing haunts
Cuckoo! let go. O look, by far the lowest
you
Persuasion's only shrine is eloquent speech.
Death loves not gifts, alone amongst the gods
"Achilles threw two singles and a four
In his right hand he grasped an iron-clamped mace
Chariot on chariot, corpse on corpse was hurled
he
your
To Aesch you?
your
To Aesch.
this
this
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