LEADER OF THE CHORUS Weak mortals, chained to the earth, creatures
of clay as frail as the foliage of the woods, you unfortunate race,
whose life is but darkness, as unreal as a shadow, the illusion of
a dream, hearken to us,
EPOPS Who wants me?
PITHETAERUS you will be surprised at
the erection the old man can produce; it's three times as good as
the ram on a ship's prow!