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ARISTOPHANES' FROGS
Aeschylus.
I'll answer there, not here.
Dionysus.
No; better send up blessing from below.
Aeschylus.
Her safety is to count her enemy's land
Her own, yea, and her own her enemy's;
Her ships her treasures, and her treasure dross!
Dionysus.
Good;—though it all goes down the juror's throat!
Pluto (interrupting).
Come, give your judgment!
Dionysus.
Well, I'll judge like this;
My choice shall fall on him my soul desires!
Euripides.
Remember all the gods by whom you swore
To take me home with you, and choose your friend!
Dionysus.
My tongue hath sworn;—but I'll choose Aeschylus!
Euripides.
What have you done, you traitor?
Dionysus.
I? I've judged
That Aeschylus gets the prize. Why shouldn't I?
