Chorus
Singing.
We forbid the gods, the sons of Zeus, to pass through our city
[1265]
and the mortals to send them the smoke of their sacrifices by this road.
Pisthetaerus
It's odd that the messenger
[1270]
we sent to the mortals has never returned.
The Herald enters, wearing a golden garland on his head.
Herald
Oh! blessed Pisthetaerus, very wise, very illustrious, very gracious, thrice happy, very ... Come, prompt me, somebody, do
Pisthetaerus
Get to your story!
Herald
[1275]
All peoples are filled with admiration for your wisdom, and they award you this golden crown.
Pisthetaerus
I accept it. But tell me, why do the people admire me?
Herald
Oh you, who have founded so illustrious a city in the air, you know not in what esteem men hold you and how many there are who burn with desire to dwell in it.
[1280]
Before your city was built, all men had a mania for Sparta; long hair and fasting were held in honor, men went dirty like Socrates and carried staves. Now all is changed.
[1285]
Firstly, as soon as it's dawn, they all spring out of bed together to go and seek their food, the same as you do; then they fly off towards the notices and finally devour the decrees.
[1290]
The bird-madness is so clear that many actually bear the names of birds. There is a halting victualler, who styles himself the partridge; Menippus calls himself the swallow; Opuntius the one-eyed crow;
[1295]
Philocles the lark; Theogenes the fox-goose; Lycurgus the ibis; Chaerephon the bat; Syracosius the magpie; Midias the quail; indeed he looks like a quail that has been hit hard on the head.
[1300]
Out of love for the birds they repeat all the songs which concern the swallow, the teal, the goose or the pigeon; in each verse you see wings, or at all events a few feathers. This is what is happening down there.
[1305]
Finally, there are more than ten thousand folk who are coming here from earth to ask you for feathers and hooked claws; so, mind you supply yourself with wings for the immigrants.
Pisthetaerus
Ah! by Zeus, there's no time for idling. To some slaves. Go as quick as possible and fill every hamper,
[1310]
every basket you can find with wings. Manes will bring them to me outside the walls, where I will welcome those who present themselves.