TRYGAEUS. To Hermes, the Graces, Hora, Aphrodité, Eros! CHORUS. And not to Ares? TRYGAEUS. No. CHORUS. Nor doubtless to Enyalius? TRYGAEUS. No. CHORUS. Come, all strain at the ropes to tear away the stones. Pull! HERMES. Heave away, heave, heave, oh! CHORUS. Come, pull harder, harder. HERMES. Heave away, heave, heave, oh! CHORUS. Still harder, harder still. HERMES. Heave away, heave! Heave away, heave, heave, oh! TRYGAEUS. Come, come, there is no working together. Come! all pull at the same instant! you Boeotians are only pretending. Beware! HERMES. Come, heave away, heave! CHORUS. Hi! you two pull as well. TRYGAEUS. Why, I am pulling, I am hanging on to the rope and straining till I am almost off my feet; I am working with all my might. HERMES. Why does not the work advance then? TRYGAEUS. Lamachus, this is too bad! You are in the way, sitting there. We have no use for your Medusa's head, friend.[301] HERMES. But hold, the Argives have not pulled the least bit; they have done nothing but laugh at us for our pains while they were getting gain with both hands.[302] TRYGAEUS. Ah! my dear sir, the Laconians at all events pull with vigour. CHORUS. But look! only those among them who generally hold the plough-tail show any zeal,[303] while the armourers impede them in their efforts. HERMES. And the Megarians too are doing nothing, yet look how they are pulling and showing their teeth like famished curs; the poor wretches are dying of hunger![304] TRYGAEUS. This won't do, friends. Come! all together! Everyone to the work and with a good heart for the business. HERMES. Heave away, heave! TRYGAEUS. Harder! HERMES. Heave away, heave! TRYGAEUS. Come on then, by heaven. HERMES. Heave away, heave! Heave away, heave! CHORUS. This will never do. TRYGAEUS. Is it not a shame? some pull one way and others another. You, Argives there, beware of a thrashing! HERMES. Come, put your strength into it. TRYGAEUS. Heave away, heave! CHORUS. There are many ill-disposed folk among us. TRYGAEUS. Do you at least, who long for peace, pull heartily. CHORUS. But there are some who prevent us. HERMES. Off to the Devil with you, Megarians! The goddess hates you. She recollects that you were the first to rub her the wrong way. Athenians, you are not well placed for pulling. There you are too busy with law-suits; if you really want to free the goddess, get down a little towards the sea.[305] CHORUS. Come, friends, none but husbandmen on the rope. HERMES. Ah! that will do ever so much better. CHORUS. He says the thing is going well. Come, all of you, together and with a will. TRYGAEUS. 'Tis the husbandmen who are doing all the work.