AN INFORMER. What are these birds with downy feathers, who look so pitiable to me? Tell me, oh swallow with the long dappled wings.[337]
PISTHETAERUS. Oh! but 'tis a perfect invasion that threatens us. Here comes another of them, humming along.
INFORMER. Swallow with the long dappled wings, once more I summon you.
PISTHETAERUS. It's his cloak I believe he's addressing; 'faith, it stands in great need of the swallows' return.[338]
INFORMER. Where is he who gives out wings to all comers?
PISTHETAERUS. 'Tis I, but you must tell me for what purpose you want them.
INFORMER. Ask no questions. I want wings, and wings I must have.
PISTHETAERUS. Do you want to fly straight to Pellené?[339]
INFORMER. I? Why, I am an accuser of the islands,[340] an informer …
PISTHETAERUS. A fine trade, truly!