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Chorus.
Come, comrades, we who are in the first row, let us pick up the bridegroom and carry him in triumph. Oh! Hymen! oh! Hymenæus!
Trygæus.
Oh! Hymen! oh! Hymenæus!
Chorus.
You shall have a fine house, no cares and the finest of figs. Oh! Hymen! oh! Hymenæus!
Trygæus.
Oh! Hymen! oh! Hymenæus!
Chorus.
The bridegroom’s fig is great and thick; the bride’s is very soft and tender.
Trygæus.
While eating and drinking deep draughts of wine, continue to repeat: Oh! Hymen! oh! Hymenæus!
Chorus.
Oh! Hymen! oh! Hymenæus!
Trygæus.
Farewell, farewell, my friends. All who come with me shall have cakes galore.
FINIS OF “PEACE”
