PISTHETAERUS. Come, hurry up and bring them along.
CHORUS. Will not man find here everything that can please him--wisdom, love, the divine Graces, the sweet face of gentle peace?
PISTHETAERUS. Oh! you lazy servant! won't you hurry yourself?
CHORUS. Let a basket of wings be brought speedily. Come, beat him as I do, and put some life into him; he is as lazy as an ass.
PISTHETAERUS. Aye, Manes is a great craven.
CHORUS. Begin by putting this heap of wings in order; divide them in three parts according to the birds from whom they came; the singing, the prophetic[327] and the aquatic birds; then you must take care to distribute them to the men according to their character.
PISTHETAERUS (to Manes). Oh! by the kestrels! I can keep my hands off you no longer; you are too slow and lazy altogether.
[327] From the inspection of which auguries were taken, e.g. the eagles, the vultures, the crows.