PEACE, 71

drew tears from every eye in Greece. Not a vine
there was but groaned when it heard it, not a cask
but dashed itself against its neighbour. There was
nobody to stop the uproar, and Peace disappeared.
Then the subject cities, when they saw you snarling
at each other, thought that they could get rid of their
tribute, and bribed the great people at Sparta to help
them; so there was trouble abroad and trouble at
home, and the greatest mischiefmaker of all was a
certain tanner.”

Z. “Say no more about him, my dear Hermes; let
him rest where he is; he is one of your people now.
But, my dear lady (urning to Peace), why so silent?”

ff, “She has been too much wronged to forgive
easily.”

(Peace, it should be said, was represented by a
colossal statue with a head which could turn round.
Hermes speaks to her and affects to listen to her
answers.)

#7, “Dearest lady, tell me your thought. Ah!
that is it, is it? She says that when she came, after
that affair at Pylos, with a chest full of treaties, she
was thrice rejected in full assembly.”

L. “So she was; but our wits were covered up
with hides in those days.”

fl. “She wants to know who among you loves
Peace and hates War most.”

L. “Cleonymus, of course.”

ff, “What about him?”