HERMES Yo ho! pull away.
CHORUS Keep it up a little longer.
HERMES Pull, pull, pull, pull.
TRYGAEUS Ah they don’t pull all alike. Cease your craning: ’tis but feigning: Pull, Boeotians! or I’ll strike.
HERMES Yo ho! pull away.
TRYGAEUS Pull away, away, away.
CHORUS (To Trygaeus and Hermes.) Verily you should be helping us too.
TRYGAEUS (Indignantly.) Don’t I strain, might and main, Cling and swing, tug and haul?
CHORUS Yet we don’t advance at all.
TRYGAEUS Now don’t sit there and thwart us, Lamachus. We don’t require your Bugaboo, my man.
HERMES These Argives, too, they give no help at all.
HERMES They only laugh at us, our toils and troubles, And all the while take pay from either side.
TRYGAEUS But the Laconians, comrade, pull like men.
HERMES Ah, mark, ’tis only such as work in wood That fain would help us: but the smith impedes,
TRYGAEUS And the Megarians do no good: they pull, though Scrabbling away like ravenous puppy dogs. Good lack! they’re regularly starved and ruined.
CHORUS We make no way, my comrades: we must try A strong pull, and a long pull, all together.
HERMES Yo ho! pull away.
TRYGAEUS Keep it up a little longer.
HERMES Yo ho! pull away.
TRYGAEUS Yes, by Zeus! a little stronger.
CHORUS Very slow, now we go.
TRYGAEUS What a shameful dirty trick! Some are working, others shirking, Argives, ye shall feel the stick.
HERMES Yo ho! pull away.
TRYGAEUS Pull away, away, away.
CHORUS Some of you still are designing us ill.
TRYGAEUS Ye who fain Peace would gain, Pull and strain, might and main.
CHORUS Some one’s hindering us again.
HERMES Plague take you, men of Megara; get out! The Goddess hates you: she remembers well ’Twas you that primed her up at first with garlic. Stop, stop, Athenians: shift your hold a little; It’s no use pulling as you’re now disposed. You don’t do anything but go to law. No, if you really want to pull her out,
HERMES Stand back a trifle further towards the sea.
CHORUS Come, let us farmers pull alone, and set our shoulders to it,
HERMES Upon my word you’re gaining ground: I think you’re going to do it.
CHORUS He says we’re really gaining ground: cheer up, cheer up, my hearty.
TRYGAEUS The farmers have it all themselves, and not another party.
CHORUS Pull again, pull, my men, Now we’re gaining fast. Never slacken, put your back in, Here she comes at last. Pull, pull, pull, pull, every man, all he can; Pull, pull, pull, pull, pull, Pull, pull, pull, pull, all together. (Peace is lifted out with her two attendants, Harvesthome and Mayfair.)