Zeus

But who is this hasty - comer-bronze, wellformed, with a good outline and an obsolete coiffure? It must be your brother, Hermes, the one that stands in the market-place near the Porch. At all events, his hollows are full of pitch from having impressions of him taken daily by the statuaries. Why, my child, do you come to us at racing speed? Have you, perhaps, some fresh news from earth?

Hermagoras

Great news, Zeus, and calling for the greatest attention.

Zeus

Speak, then, if some new trouble has arisen unknown to us.

Hermagoras

It chanced that even now the brass-workersWere smearing me with pitch on breast and back.A breastplate modelled by the mimic's artHung round me ludicrous. It was beat outMerely to take th' impression of my bronze.But I beheld a crowd approaching. TwoPale, screaming, quibbling, verbal prize-fighters,One Damis and the other-

Zeus

Drop the iambics, there's a good fellow. I know whom you mean. But tell me this, whether they have already joined battle.

Hermagoras

Not yet. They were still skirmishing and attacking each other from afar with the javelins of abuse.

Zeus

What is there left for us to do now, deities, but bend down and listen to them? So let the Hours draw the bolt immediately and chase away the clouds and throw open the gates of heaven.