![]() That was a siege! Our men were ranged in lines of seventeen deepīefore the gates, and never left their posts there, even to sleep. Pile and burn them all together in one vast and righteous pyre:įling with our own hands Lycon's wife to fry in the thickest fire.īy Demeter, they'll get no brag while I've a vein to beat!Ĭleomenes himself was hurtled out in sore defeat. In neat stacks beleaguering the insurgents all around Īnd the vile conspiratresses, plotters of such mischief dire, Like witless fools, with fostering bread,Ĭome, Philurgus, bustle thither lay our branch-bundles on the ground, How upside-down and wrong-way-round a long life sees things grow.Īh, Strymodorus, who'd have thought affairs could tangle so? With lugging uphill these lopped branches of the olive-tree. Make room, Draces, move ahead why your shoulder's chafed, I see, (The Chorus of OLD MEN enter to attack the captured Acropolis). (LAMPITO and some go off the others go up into the Acropolis). ![]()
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