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A Chorus Of Frogs Monologue from The Frogs

From The Frogs by Aristophanes

any · comedic · 1:05 min

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Brekekekex, ko-ax, ko-ax. (DIO: But you, perchance, don't care.) Brekekekex, ko-ax, ko-ax. (DIO: Hang you, and your ko-axing too! There's nothing but ko-ax with you.) That is right, Mr. Busybody, right! For the Muses of the lyre love us well; And hornfoot Pan who plays on the pipe his jocund lays; And Apollo, Harper bright, in our Chorus takes delight For the strong reed's sake which I grow within my lake To be girdled in his lyre's deep shell. Brekekekex, ko-ax, ko-ax. DIO. My hands are blistered very sore; My stern below is sweltering so, 'Twill soon, I know, upturn and roar Brekekekex, ko-ax, ko-ax. O tuneful race, O pray give o'er, O sing no more.

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