12 . ARISTOPHANES,

race, they spied Honesty coming out with his house-
hold, ‘prepared ‘to. celebrate the. festival in the old
fashion.. His. daughter walked in front, bearing on
her head a basket with a long roll of bread in. it;
Honesty himself carried a bowl of porridge, and two
slaves brought up the rear. .The. worthy man was
very anxious that.everything should be done in order.
He cried “Silence!” to the spectators, told his wife to
go up to the roof and look on, and was very partic-
* ular in his directions to his daughter... “Carry it
prettily, my dear,” he said, “and look your primmest,
and mind no one filches. your ornaments in the press.
You are a nice girl,” he went on, as he saw how well
she behaved; “your husband will. be a lucky man.
And now let me sing the song.

“Leader of the revel rout,
Of the drunken war and shout;
Half a dozen years are past,
Here we meet in peace at last;
All my wars and fights are o’er,
Drinking contests please me more;
If a drunken head should ache,
Bones and crowns we never break;
If we quarrel overnight
At a full carousing soak,
In the morning all is right,
And the shield hung out of sight |
In the chimney smoke.”

Scarcely had he finished, when the charcoal-burn-
ers, who had been. in hiding, burst. in. upon him,