Pan. Talk about noise! how they shout! And what a hurry they are in to get here! See how one hales another up the hill! Here comes Hermes himself. Well, I leave you to your juries and your evidence; you are accustomed to it. I will return to my cave, and there play over one of those amorous ditties with which I love to upbraid Echo. As to rhetoric and law-pleadings, I hear enough of those every day in this very court of Areopagus.
Her. We had better summon the parties, Justice.
Just. True. Only look at the crowd, bustling and buzzing about the hilltop like a swarm of wasps!
First Ath. I’ve got you, curse you.
Second Ath. Pooh! a trumped-up charge.
Third Ath. At last! you shall get your deserts this time.
Fourth Ath. Your villany shall be unmasked.
Fifth Ath. My jury first, Hermes.
Sixth Ath. Come along: into court with you, rascal.
Seventh Ath. You needn’t throttle me.