TRYGAEUS
This does not concern us over much; 'tis only so much the worse for
the Laconians.

WAR
Oh! Megara! Megara! how utterly are you going to be ground up! what
fine mincemeat[1] are you to be made into!

f[1] War throws some garlic into his mortar as emblematical of the city of
Megara, where it was grown in abundance.

TRYGAEUS
Alas! alas! what bitter tears there will be among the Megarians![1]

f[1] Because the smell of bruised garlic causes the eyes to water.

WAR
Oh, Sicily! you too must perish! Your wretched towns shall be grated
like this cheese.[1] Now let us pour some Attic honey[2] into the mortar.

f[1] He throws cheese into the mortar as emblematical of Sicily, on account
of its rich pastures.
f[2] Emblematical of Athens. They honey of Mount Hymettus was famous.

TRYGAEUS
Oh! I beseech you! use some other honey; this kind is worth four obols;
be careful, oh! be careful of our Attic honey.

WAR
Hi! Tumult, you slave there!