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Aristophanes' Plays

And call my nightingale. She'll summon them.
And when they hear her voice, I promise you
You'll see them all come running here pell-mell.[1] 205

Peis. My dearest, best of Birds! don't lose a moment,
I beg, but go directly into the thicket;
Nay, don't stand here, go call your nightingale.

[Exit Hoopoe.

[Song from behind the scene, supposed to be sung by the Hoopoe.
Awake! awake!
Sleep no more, my gentle mate!
With your tiny tawny bill,
Wake the tuneful echo shrill,
On vale or hill; 210
Or in her airy, rocky seat,
Let her listen and repeat
The tender ditty that you tell,
The sad lament,
The dire event,
To luckless Itys that befell
Thence the strain
Shall rise again, 215
And soar amain,
Up to the lofty palace gate;
Where mighty Apollo sits in state;
In Jove's abode, with his ivory lyre,
Hymning aloud to the heavenly quire. 220
While all the gods shall join with thee
In a celestial symphony.

[A solo on the flute, supposed to be the nightingale's call.

Peis. Ο Jupiter! the dear, delicious bird!
With what a lovely tone she swells and falls,
Sweetening the wilderness with delicate air.

Eu. Hist!

Peis. What?

Eu. Be quiet, can't ye? 225

Peis. What's the matter?

Eu. The Hoopoe is just preparing for a song.

  1. A female performer on the flute, a great favourite of the public and with the poet, after a long absence from Athens engaged to perform in this play, which was exhibited with an unusual recklessness of expense.