Poet: “Straton wanders among the Scythian nomads, but has no linen garment. He is sad at only wearing an animal's pelt and no tunic.” Do you get what I mean?
Pisthetaerus: I understand that you want me to offer you a tunic. Hi! you (To the acolyte.) take off yours; we must help the poet.
(tr. O'Neill 1938, Perseus)
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Leader of the Chorus: Let's see. What shall our city be called? [...]
Euelpides: Some name borrowed from the clouds, from these lofty regions in which we dwell — in short, some well-known name.
Pisthetaerus: Do you like Nephelococcygia?
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Informer: My friend, I am asking you for wings, not for words.
Pisthetaerus: It's just my words that gives you wings.
Informer: And how can you give a man wings with your words?
Pisthetaerus: They all start this way. [...]
Informer: So that words give wings?
Pisthetaerus: Undoubtedly; words give wings to the mind and make a man soar to heaven. Thus I hope that my wise words will give you wings to fly to some less degrading trade.
(tr. O'Neill 1938, Perseus)Aristophanes
Bdelycleon: It is so that you may know only those who nourish you
(tr. O'Neill 1938, Perseus)Aristophanes
Chremylus: [Wealth], the most excellent of all the gods.
(tr. O'Neill 1938, Perseus)Aristophanes
Chorus [of Birds]: Man is a truly cunning creature.
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