Peace by Aristophanes
FIRST SERVANT: a slave belonging to Trygaeus
SERVANT: a slave belonging to Trygaeus
daughters of Trygaeus
TRYGAEUS: a middle-aged farmer
a god, divine son of Zeus
WAR: a god
UPROAR: a young servant
CHORUS: farmers and servants from different city
HIEROCLES: a seller of oracles
BOY, a son of
BOY, a son of Cleonymus
PEACE, a young lady
a young female attendant on Peace
OPORA: a young female
attendant on Peace
[Across the back of the flat open front of the stage, the
Orchestra, are four structures: the farm house belonging to
Trygaeus, a stable beside or in front of it, a cave whose
opening is blocked in with rocks, and the palace of Zeus.
Two of Trygaeus’ slaves are in front of the stable. One is
on his knees before a shallow tub preparing balls of dung
taken from a pile in the yard, and the other is carrying
these balls of dung into the stable.]
the stable door]
Come on, bring us
a cake for the beetle.
Get a move on! Hurry up.
[on his knees
kneading dung into cakes]
Give him that. May it kill the wretched beast!
I hope he never swallows anything
more delicious than
that ball of shit.
[First servant takes the cake, goes into the stable, and
Give him another one. And make this cake
out of pounded donkey dung.
Where’s the one you took in
there just now?
He can’t have eaten it.
FIRST SERVANT 10
Eaten it? By Zeus,
he grabbed it, rolled it
round between his feet,
and then swallowed it—the whole damn thing.
Hurry up and pound out more, lots of them—
and pack them
[First Servant carries another cake into the stable and
You dung collectors
in the name of the gods, give me a hand,
you want to see me choke. 
Hand me another cake—
from a boy
prostitute. He says he needs
something made from shit that’s
been well pounded.
There you go.
[First Servant returns to the stable. The Second Servant
addresses the audience.]
Gentlemen, there’s one thing
I’ll never be found guilty of.
No one will claim that as I pound this muck
I help myself and
eat the stuff.1
1Stealing food from the kitchen was a common complaint