Chorus
Singing.
You, who remain here, get chopped wood [1025] and everything needed for the sacrifice ready. Trygaeus
Don't I look like a diviner preparing his mystic fire? Chorus
Undoubtedly. Will anything that a wise man ought to know escape you? Don't you know all that a man should know, [1030] who is distinguished for his wisdom and inventive daring? Trygaeus
There! the wood catches. Its smoke blinds poor Stilbides. I am now going to bring the table and thus be my own slave. He goes into the house.
Chorus
[1035] You have braved a thousand dangers to save your sacred town. All honor to you! your glory will be ever envied.