What name do you call it? Tell me, if you know any more. Cyllene The boy calls the animal a tortoise and the instrument a
 lyre. Chorus property Several fragmentary lines follow, and a couple of lines are lost. Cyllene and this is his only consolation or cure for sorrow. He enjoys idly singing along; he coaxes Aeolian tunes from the lyre. Thus the boy made himself a voice from a dead animal.
 Chorus Singing; this strophe has an antistrophe at 371. A loud voice extends over the place, flitting around like a bee over the flowers. As for the other matter, I am getting closer. Know this, goddess: whoever contrived this is none other than the thief. But don’t be angry or upset that I say this.
 Cyllene What delusion has come over you? Who are you blaming as a thief? Chorus Not you, by Zeus; I don’t want to upset you, my lady. Cyllene Surely you’re not calling the son of Zeus a thief? Chorus this very theft. Cyllene if what you say is true. Chorus I speak truth. stolen the cattle it fits cut
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 Cyllene I understand finally laughing at my foolishness nothing, delight for the child. You can be reassured about me from now on, and laugh at me if you get some joy or profit from it. But do not mock the son of Zeus, making childish remarks about the child. For he did not inherit a thief’s nature from his father, nor does thievery hold sway in his mother’s family. If there is any theft here, look for a poor man as your thief; but this boy’s house is hardly poor. Consider his family, and fit bad deeds to bad men; it’s hardly appropriate to him. But you are always a child, even though you’re a young man and your beard grows on your face like a goat’s. Stop stretching up your smooth bald head for caresses. I tell you this: if you think the gods are foolish or laughable, you will soon be crying.
 Chorus Singing; this is the antistrophe corresponding to the strophe at 329. Turn and twist the words however you want, to find a clever story. You won’t convince me that the sewn-together hides are any others than the ones from the stolen cows of Loxias A title for Apollo . Don’t try to turn me aside. There are a couple of lines missing. Chorus Because Zeus 
 Cyllene 
 The child is no thief. Chorus If he does bad things, then he is bad. Cyllene I don’t like to hear bad things about Zeus’s son. Chorus But if it’s the truth, then I have to say it. Cyllene Don’t say 
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 Cyllene Where are the cattle pastured? Chorus Most of them now 
 Cyllene Who has them, wretch? Who 
 Chorus The boy has closed them up inside. Cyllene Stop saying bad things about Zeus’s son! Chorus I would stop, if someone would bring out the cattle. Cyllene You’re choking me, you and those cows of yours. Chorus left drive them out 
 
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