HERACLES. No, and I have long been surprised at the omission.
PISTHETAERUS. What ails you, that you should shake your fist at heaven? Do you want to fight it? Why, be on my side, I will make you a king and will feed you on bird's milk and honey.
HERACLES. Your further condition seems fair to me. I cede you the young damsel.
POSIDON. But I, I vote against this opinion.
PISTHETAERUS. Then all depends on the Triballian. (To the Triballian.) What do you say?
TRIBALLUS. Big bird give daughter pretty and queen.
HERACLES. You say that you give her?
POSIDON. Why no, he does not say anything of the sort, that he gives her; else I cannot understand any better than the swallows.
PISTHETAERUS. Exactly so. Does he not say she must be given to the swallows?
POSIDON. Very well! you two arrange the matter; make peace, since you wish it so; I'll hold my tongue.
HERACLES. We are of a mind to grant you all that you ask. But come up there with us to receive Basileia and the celestial bounty.
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