ARISTOPHANES' FROGS
105
Euripides.
Canst meet mine eyes, fresh from thy deed of shame?
Dionysus.
What is shame, that the . . . Theatre deems no shame?
Euripides.
Hard heart! You mean to leave your old friend dead?
Dionysus.
Who knoweth if to live is but to die? . . .
If breath is bread and sleep a woolly lie?
Pluto.
Come in, then, both.
Dionysus.
Again?
Pluto.
To feast with me
Before you sail.
Dionysus.
With pleasure! That's the way
Duly to crown a well-contented day!
Chorus.
O blessed are they who possess
An extra share of brains!
'Tis a fact that more or less
All fortunes of men express;
As now, by showing
An intellect glowing,
