FROGS. And why change it, you great fool? I am beloved by the Muses with the melodious lyre, by the goat-footed Pan, who draws soft tones out of his reed; I am the delight of Apollo, the god of the lyre, because I make the rushes, which are used for the bridge of the lyre, grow in my marshes. Brekekekex, coax, coax. DIONYSUS. I have got blisters and my behind is all of a sweat; by dint of constant movement, it will soon be saying.... FROGS. Brekekekex, coax, coax. DIONYSUS. Come, race of croakers, be quiet. FROGS. Not we; we shall only cry the louder. On fine sunny days, it pleases us to hop through galingale and sedge and to sing while we swim; and when Zeus is pouring down his rain, we join our lively voices to the rustle of the drops. Brekekekex, coax, coax. DIONYSUS. I forbid you to do it. FROGS. Oh! that would be too hard! DIONYSUS. And is it not harder for me to wear myself out with rowing? FROGS. Brekekekex, coax, coax. DIONYSUS. May you perish! I don't care. FROGS. And from morning till night we will shriek with the whole width of our gullets, "Brekekekex, coax, coax." DIONYSUS. I will cry louder than you all. FROGS. Oh! don't do that! DIONYSUS. Oh, yes, I will. I shall cry the whole day, if necessary, until I no longer hear your coax. (_He begins to cry against the frogs, who finally stop._) Ah! I knew I would soon put an end to your coax. CHARON. Enough, enough, a last pull, ship oars, step ashore and pay your passage money. DIONYSUS. Look! here are my two obols.... Xanthias! where is Xanthias? Hi! Xanthias! XANTHIAS (_from a distance_). Hullo! DIONYSUS. Come here. XANTHIAS. I greet you, master. DIONYSUS. What is there that way? XANTHIAS. Darkness and mud! DIONYSUS. Did you see the parricides and the perjured he told us of? XANTHIAS. Did you? DIONYSUS. Ha! by Posidon! I see some of them now.[417] Well, what are we going to do? XANTHIAS. The best is to go on, for 'tis here that the horrible monsters are, Heracles told us of. DIONYSUS. Ah! the wag! He spun yarns to frighten me, but I am a brave fellow and he is jealous of me. There exists no greater braggart than Heracles. Ah! I wish I might meet some monster, so as to distinguish myself by some deed of daring worthy of my daring journey. XANTHIAS. Ah! hark! I hear a noise. DIONYSUS (_all of a tremble_). Where then, where? XANTHIAS. Behind you. DIONYSUS. Place yourself behind me. XANTHIAS. Ah! 'tis in front now. DIONYSUS. Then pass to the front. XANTHIAS. Oh! what a monster I can see! DIONYSUS. What's it like? XANTHIAS. Dreadful, terrible! it assumes every shape; now 'tis a bull, then a mule; again it is a most beautiful woman. DIONYSUS. Where is she that I may run toward her? XANTHIAS. The monster is no longer a woman; 'tis now a dog. DIONYSUS. Then it is the Empusa.[418] XANTHIAS. Its whole face is ablaze. DIONYSUS. And it has a brazen leg? XANTHIAS. Aye, i' faith! and the other is an ass's leg,[419] rest well assured of that.