Strepsiades: For this reason, then, for this reason, when they yesterday saw Cleonymus the recreant, on this account they became stags, because they saw this most cowardly fellow.
Socrates: And now too, because they saw Clisthenes, you observe, on this account they became women.
Strepsiades: Hail therefore, O mistresses! And now, if ever ye did to any other, to me also utter a voice reaching to heaven, O all-powerful queens.
Chorus: Hail, O ancient veteran, hunter after learned speeches! And thou, O priest of most subtle trifles! Tell us what you require? For we would not hearken to any other of the recent meteorological sophists, except to Prodicus; to him, on account of his wisdom and intelligence; and to you, because you walk proudly in the streets, and cast your eyes askance, and endure many hardships with bare feet, and in reliance upon us lookest supercilious.
Strepsiades: O Earth, what a voice! How holy and dignified and wondrous!
The quote: Socrates: For, in fact, these alone are goddesses; and all the rest is nonsense.
Strepsiades: But come, by the Earth, is not Jupiter, the Olympian, a god?
Socrates: What Jupiter? Do not trifle. There is no Jupiter.
Strepsiades: What do you say? Who rains then? For first of all explain this to me.
Socrates: These to be sure. I will teach you it by powerful evidence. Come, where have you ever seen him raining at any time without Clouds? And yet he ought to rain in fine weather, and these be absent.
Strepsiades: By Apollo, of a truth you have rightly confirmed this by your present argument. And yet, before this, I really thought that Jupiter caused the rain. But tell me who is it that thunders. This makes me tremble.