Strepsiades: But let some one bring me a lighted torch and I’ll make some of them this day suffer punishment, even if they be ever so much impostors.
1st Disciple: (from within). Hollo! Hollo!
Strepsiades: It is your business, O torch, to send forth abundant flame.
Mounts upon the roof.
1st Disciple: What are you doing, fellow?
Strepsiades: What am I doing? Why, what else, than chopping logic with the beams of your house?
Sets the house on fire.
2nd Disciple: (from within). Ah me! Who is setting fire to our house?
Strepsiades: The man whose cloak you have taken.
2nd Disciple: (from within). You will destroy us! You will destroy us!
Strepsiades: For I also wish this very thing; unless my mattock deceive my hopes, or I should somehow fall first and break my neck.
Socrates: (from within). Hollo you! What are you doing, pray, you fellow on the roof?
Strepsiades: I am walking on air, and speculating about the sun.
Socrates: Ah me, unhappy! I shall be suffocated, wretched man!
Chaerephon: And I, miserable man, shall be burnt to death!
The quote: Strepsiades: For what has come into your heads that you acted insolently toward the gods, and pried into the seat of the moon?
Hermes: Chase, pelt, smite them, for many reasons, but especially because you know that they offended against the gods!
The thinking shop is burned down.
Chorus: Lead the way out; for we have sufficiently acted as chorus for today.
Exeunt omnes.