And one and all dissolve before her silent splendour of reproof, all save Aristophanes.

She bids him welcome.

"Glory to the Poet," she cries.

"Light, light, I hail it everywhere; no matter for the murk, that never should have been such orb's associate." Aristophanes changes as he sees her; a new man confronts her.
"So!" he smiled, "piercing to my thought at once, You see myself?
Balaustion's fixed regard Can strip the proper Aristophanes Of what our sophists, in their jargon, style His accidents ?" He confesses her power to meet him in discourse, unfolds his views and plans to her, and having contrasted himself with Euripides, bids her use her thrice-refined refinement, her rosy strength, to match his argument.
She claims no equality with him, the consummate creator; but only, as a woman, the love of all things lovable with which to meet him who has degraded Comedy.

She appeals to the high poet in the man, and finally bids him honour the deep humanity in Euripides.