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TRYGAEUS TWO SERVANTS OF TRYGAEUS MAIDENS, DAUGHTERS OF
TRYGAEUS HERMES WAR TUMULT HIEROCLES, a Soothsayer A SICKLE-
MAKER A CREST-MAKER A TRUMPET-MAKER A HELMET-MAKER A SPEAR-
MAKER SON OF LAMACHUS SON OF CLEONYMUS CHORUS OF
SCENE: A farmyard, two slaves busy beside a dungheap; afterwards, in Olympus.
Quick, quick, bring the dung-beetle his cake.
Give it to him, and may it kill him!
May he never eat a better.
Now give him this other one kneaded up with ass's dung.
There! I've done that too.
And where's what you gave him just now; surely he can't have devoured it yet!
Indeed he has; he snatched it, rolled it between his feet and bolted it.
Come, hurry up, knead up a lot and knead them stiffly.
Oh, scavengers, help me in the name of the gods, if you do not wish to see me fall down