you. You can fly, but we cannot.

EPOPS
Well, well.

PISTHETAERUS
Remember Aesop's fables. It is told there, that the fox fared
very ill, because he had made an alliance with the eagle.

EPOPS
Be at ease. You shall eat a certain root and wings will grow on
your shoulders.

PISTHETAERUS
Then let us enter. Xanthias and Manes,[1] pick up our baggage.

f[1] Servants of Pisthetaerus and Euelpides.

CHORUS
Hi! Epops! do you hear me?

EPOPS
What's the matter?

CHORUS
Take them off to dine well and call your mate, the melodious
Procne, whose songs are worthy of the Muses; she will delight our
leisure moments.

PISTHETAERUS