PISTHETAERUS
Found a city.

EPOPS
We birds? But what sort of city should we build?

PISTHETAERUS
Oh, really, really! 'tis spoken like a fool! Look down.

EPOPS
I am looking.

PISTHETAERUS
Now look upwards.

EPOPS
I am looking.

PISTHETAERUS
Turn your head round.

EPOPS
Ah! 'twill be pleasant for me, if I end in twisting my neck!

PISTHETAERUS
What have you seen?

EPOPS
The clouds and the sky.