Stay, if you can. Chorus No way. But you go ahead: you keep looking and track down the cows, any way you want to, and take the gold unless the biggest time. Silenus No, I won’t leave you, nor sneak away from the work, before we know for sure what’s going on in there. Chorus Addressing the source of the noise Hey! You in there! voice 
 reward you will be happy at home. To Silenus He’s not coming out. To the noise-maker again. But I’ll force you out, making the ground rumble with my swift leaps and kicks, so you’ll listen, even if you’re altogether deaf. Cyllene emerges from the cave. Cyllene is a mountain in Arcadia , associated with Hermes. Here she is personified as a nymph, as natural features often are in Greek poetry. 
 Cyllene Satyrs, why have you rushed up here making all this noise, on this
 mountain covered with green woods full of animals? Have you got yourselves a new
 job? You used to bring joy to your master Dionysus , who would put on a fawn skin and carry a thyrsus in his
 hands. You would dance around the god shouting Evoe, along with the
 nymphs, who are his family, and a crowd of children. But now I don’t know what
 you’re doing. Where is this whirlwind of new craziness taking you? I heard something odd: first, nearby, orders like you’d give to hunting dogs when they get near a wild animal’s den in a thicket; then, at the same time, stretched out from the mouth to the thief . Then announcement . After that they went away, feet stomping, and a confused sound came from nearby. It would be different if So I heard the sounds of wrong notes you sick you did to a nymph that had nothing to do with it?
 Chorus They sing. Deep-girdled nymph, don’t be angry. No one’s starting a war with you, nor has any unfriendly or trifling word touched my tongue. Please don’t threaten me, but graciously tell me what I need: who is it who seems to speak in a wonderful, inspired voice from below the earth? Cyllene Speaking. That’s better: you sound gentler now. You would learn more by hunting rather than from a coward’s great deeds or a nymph’s ordeal. I won’t put up with your loud, quarrelsome words. But calm down and tell me what it is you need. Chorus Mighty Cyllene, lady of this land, I’ll tell you in a moment why I’ve come. But first tell us about that scraping noise and who’s making it. Cyllene First of all, understand this: if you say one word of what I’m about to tell you, you’ll be in trouble. This business is a secret even among the gods, so that no news of it may come to Hera. You see, Zeus came secretly to Atlas’s house to the deep-girdled goddess Maia, daughter of Atlas 
 and in a cave begot a single son. I am bringing him up myself, for his mother’s strength is shaken by sickness as if by a storm. So I stay by his crib and take care of his food and drink and rest, all day and all night. He grows, day by day, in a very unusual way, and I’m astounded and afraid. It’s not even six days since he was born, and he already stands as tall as a young man. His growth spurt hasn’t wasted any time coming. That’s the kind of child that’s in my treasure-house. His father has ensured he would be difficult to find.
 He has a hidden machine that makes the sound you’re asking about, that so surprised you. It’s a box full of pleasure that he made in just one day from a dead animal he found, and he’s down there shaking it. Chorus Singing. This may be an antistrophe to match the strophe at l. 243, but it is too fragmentary to tell. 
 unspeakable child of
 a cow Or of a shout ? 
 amazed prey 
 speaking voice 
 to make such sounds from a dead animal. Cyllene Don’t be so skeptical: for a goddess is speaking trusty words to you. This passage, to line 292, is in iambic tetrameters acatalectic, a very unusual meter for dialogue. The parabasis-speech in an Old Comedy is always in tetrameters, but always catalectic (iambic, trochaic, or anapestic). Trochaic tetrameters catalectic are fairly common in tragedy for excited scenes. There are no other acatalectic iambic tetrameters in extant complete plays, though they appear in at least one other fragmentary satyr play. We don’t know why this scene is in this particular meter. 
 Chorus How should I believe that a dead animal’s voice can roar like that? Cyllene Believe it: it speaks now it’s dead, though it had no voice when it was alive. Chorus What did it look like? Long, curved, short? Cyllene Short, like a pitcher, and covered with a colorful hide. Chorus Was it like a cat, or rather a leopard? Cyllene In between, really: it’s round with short legs. Chorus Closer to a ferret, then, or a crab? Cyllene No, that’s not it; try something else. Chorus Is it like one of the horned beetles that live on Aetna ? Cyllene Now you’re getting closer to the beast Chorus And which part makes the sound, the inside or the outside? Cyllene first cousin to a potsherd.