LEADER. You may batter and bore,
You may thunder and roar,
Yet I'll never give o'er
Till I'm hard at death's door,
--(This rib's plaguy sore)--
_Semi-chorus_ With my croak, croak, croak.
Semi-chorus (_diminuendo_.) With my croak, croak, croak.
_Full Chorus_ (_in a dying cadence_.) With my
croak--croak--croak.
(_The Frogs disappear_)
BACCHUS (_looking over the boat's edge_.)
Spoke, spoke, spoke.
(To _Charon_.) Pull away, my old friend,
For at last there's an end
To their croak, croak, croak.
(_Bacchus pays his two obols, and is landed_)
[1] The comic performances of the Athenians were usually brought
out at a festival of Bacchus, which lasted for three days. The
first of these was devoted to the tapping of their wine-casks;
the second to boundless jollity (Plato specifies a town, but not
Athens, every single inhabitant of which was found in a state of
intoxication on one of these festivals,) and the third to
theatrical exhibitions in the temple of the patron of the feast.
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