The Birds by Aristophanes
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Cursed beast, what are you croaking to me?...to retrace my steps?
EUELPIDES Why, you wretch, we are wandering at random, we are exerting ourselves only to return to the same spot; 'tis labour lost. PISTHETAERUS To think that I should trust to this crow, which has made me cover more than a thousand furlongs! EUELPIDES And that I to this jay, which has torn every nail from my fingers! PISTHETAERUS If only I knew where we were.... EUELPIDES Could you find your country again from here? PISTHETAERUS No, I feel quite sure I could not, any more than could Execestides[1] find his. f[1] A stranger who wanted to pass as an Athenian, although coming originally for a far-away barbarian country. EUELPIDES Oh dear! oh dear! PISTHETAERUS |
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