f[1] He presents them in the form of wines contained in three separate
skins.

DICAEOPOLIS
Faugh!

AMPHITHEUS
Well?

DICAEOPOLIS
It does not please me; it smells of pitch and of the ships they are
fitting out.[1]

f[1] Meaning, preparations for war.

AMPHITHEUS
Here is another, ten years old; taste it.

DICAEOPOLIS
It smells strongly of the delegates, who go around the towns
to chide the allies for their slowness.[1]

f[1] Meaning, securing allies for the continuance of the war.

AMPHITHEUS
This last is a truce of thirty years, both on sea and land.

DICAEOPOLIS
Oh! by Bacchus! what a bouquet! It has the aroma of nectar and