ARISTOPHANES' FROGS
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Which now?—Ah, yes; suppose you got a boatman
To tug you, with a hawser—round your neck. . .
Dionysus.
A chokey sort of journey, that.
Heracles.
Well, then,
There is a short road, quick and smooth, the surface
Well pounded—in a mortar.
Dionysus.
The hemlock way?
Heracles.
Exactly.
Dionysus.
Cold and bitter! Why, it freezes
All your shins numb.
Heracles.
Do you mind one short and steep?
Dionysus.
Not in the least . . . You know I'm no great walker.
Heracles.
Then just stroll down to Cerameicus . . .
Dionysus.
Well?
Heracles.
Climb up the big tower . . .
Dionysus.
Good: and then?
