Soc. And now too, because they saw Clisthenes, you
observe, on this account they became women.

Strep. Hail therefore, O mistresses! And now, if ever ye
did to any other, to me also utter a voice reaching to
heaven, O all-powerful queens.

Cho. Hail, O ancient veteran, hunter after learned
speeches! And thou, O priest of most subtle trifles!
Tell us what you require? For we would not hearken to
any other of the recent meteorological sophists, except
to Prodicus; to him, on account of his wisdom and
intelligence; and to you, because you walk proudly in
the streets, and cast your eyes askance, and endure many
hardships with bare feet, and in reliance upon us
lookest supercilious.

Strep. O Earth, what a voice! How holy and dignified and
wondrous!

Soc. For, in fact, these alone are goddesses; and all
the rest is nonsense.

Strep. But come, by the Earth, is not Jupiter, the
Olympian, a god?

Soc. What Jupiter? Do not trifle. There is no Jupiter.

Strep. What do you say? Who rains then? For first of all