THE WASPS

ARISTOPHANES
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The Wasps
By Aristophanes
Written 422 B. C. E
Dramatis Personae
PHILOCLEON DELYCLEON, his Son SOSIAS, Slave
of Philocleon XANTHIAS, Slave of Philocleon
BOYS DOGS A GUEST A BAKER'S WIFE AN ACCUSER
CHORUS OF WASPS
Scene
In the background is the house of PHILOCLEON,
surrounded by a huge net. Two slaves are
on guard, one of them asleep. On the roof
is BDELYCLEON.
SOSIAS waking XANTHIAS up Why, Xanthias!
what are you doing, wretched man?
XANTHIAS I am teaching myself how to rest;
I have been awake and on watch the whole
night.
SOSIAS So you want to earn trouble for your
ribs, eh? Don't you know what sort of animal
we are guarding here?
XANTHIAS Aye indeed! but I want to put my
cares to sleep for a while. He falls asleep
again.
SOSIAS Beware what you do. I too feel soft
sleep spreading over my eyes,
XANTHIAS Are you crazy, like a Corybant?
SOSIAS No! It's Bacchus who lulls me off.
XANTHIAS Then you serve the same god as myself.
just now a heavy slumber settled on my eyelids
like a hostile Mede; I nodded and, faith!
I had a wondrous dream.
SOSIAS Indeed! and so had I. A dream such
as I never had before. But first tell me
yours.
XANTHIAS I saw an eagle, a gigantic bird,
descend upon the market-place; it seized
a brazen buckler with its talons and bore
it away into the highest heavens; then I
saw it was Cleonymus had thrown it away.
SOSIAS This Cleonymus is a riddle worth propounding
among guests. How can one and the same animal
have cast away his buckler both on land,
in the sky and at sea?
XANTHIAS Alas! what ill does such a dream
portend for me?
SOSIAS Rest undisturbed! Please the gods,
no evil will befall you.
XANTHIAS Nevertheless, it's a fatal omen
when a man throws away his weapons. But what
was your dream? Let me hear.
SOSIAS Oh! it is a dream of high import.
It has reference to the hull of the State;
to nothing less.
XANTHIAS Tell it to me quickly; show me its
very keel.
SOSIAS In my first slumber I thought I saw
sheep, wearing cloaks and carrying staves,
met in assembly on the Pnyx; a rapacious
whale was haranguing them and screaming like
a pig that is being grilled.
XANTHIAS Faugh! faugh!
SOSIAS What's the matter?
XANTHIAS Enough, enough, spare me. Your dream
stinks vilely of old leather.
SOSIAS Then this scoundrelly whale seized
a balance and set to weighing ox-fat.
XANTHIAS Alas! it's our poor Athenian people,
whom this accursed beast wishes to cut up
and despoil of their fat.
SOSIAS Seated on the ground close to it,
I saw Theorus, who had the head of crow.
Then Alcibiades said to me in his lisping
way, "Do you thee? Theoruth hath a crow'th
head."
XANTHIAS Ah! that's very well lisped indeed!
SOSIAS Isn't this mighty strange? Theorus
turning into a crow!
XANTHIAS No, it is glorious.
SOSIAS Why?
XANTHIAS Why? He was a man and now he has
suddenly become a crow; does it not foretoken
that he will take his flight from here and
go to the crows?
SOSIAS Interpreting dreams so aptly certainly
is worth two obols.
XANTHIAS turning to the audience Come, I
must explain the matter to the spectators.
But first a few words of preamble: expect
nothing very high-flown from us, nor any
jests stolen from Megara; we have no slaves,
who throw baskets of nuts to the spectators,
nor any Heracles to be robbed of his dinner,
nor does Euripides get loaded with contumely;
and despite the happy chance that gave Cleon
his fame we shall not go out of our way to
belabour him again, Our little subject is
not wanting in sense; it is well within your
capacity and at the same time cleverer than
many vulgar comedies.-We have a master of
great renown, who is now sleeping up there
on the other story. He has bidden us keep
guard over his father, whom he has locked
in, so. that he may not go out. This father
has a curious complaint; not one of you could
hit upon or guess it, if I did not tell you.-Well
then, try! I hear Amynias, the son of Pronapus,
over there, saying, "He is addicted
to gambling." He's wrong! He is imputing
his own malady to others. Yet love is indeed
the principal part of his disease. Ah! here
Sosias is telling Dercylus, "He loves
drinking." Wrong again! the love of
wine is a good man's failing. "Well
then," says Nicostratus of the Scambonian
deme, "he either loves sacrifices or
else strangers." God no! he is not fond
of strangers, Nicostratus, for he who says
"Philoxenus" means a pederast,
It's mere waste of time, you will not find
it out. If you want to know it, keep silence!
I will tell your our master's complaint;
of all men, it is he who is fondest of the
Heliaea. Thus, to be judging is his hobby,
and he groans if he is not sitting on the
first seat. He does not close an eye at night,
and if he dozes off for an instant his mind
flies instantly to the clepsydra. He is so
accustomed to hold the balloting pebble,
that he awakes with his three fingers pinched
together as if he were offering incense to
the new moon. If he sees scribbled on some
doorway, "How charming is Demos, the
son of Pyrilampes!" he will write beneath
it, "How charming is Cemos!" His
cock crowed one evening; said he, "He
has had money from the accused to awaken
me too late. As soon as he rises from supper
he bawls for his shoes and away he rushes
down there before dawn to sleep beforehand,
glued fast to the column like an oyster.
He is a merciless judge, never failing to
draw the convicting line and return home
with his nails full of wax like a bumble-bee.
Fearing he might run short of pebbles he
keeps enough at home to cover a sea-beach,
so that he may have the means of recording
his sentence. Such is his madness, and all
advice is useless; he only judges the more
each day. So we keep him under lock and key,
to prevent his going out; for his son is
broken-hearted over this mania. At first
he tried him with gentleness, wanted to persuade
him to wear the cloak no longer, to go out
no more; unable to convince him, he had him
bathed and purified according to the ritual
without any greater success, and then handed
him over to the Corybantes; but the old man
escaped them, and carrying off the kettledrum,
rushed right into the midst of the Heliasts.
As Cybele could do nothing with her rites,
his son took him to Aegina and forcibly made
him lie one night in the temple of Asclepius,
the God of Healing, but before daylight there
he was to be seen at the gate of the tribunal.
Since then we let him go out no more, but
he escaped us by the drains or by the skylight,
so we stuffed up every opening with old rags
and made all secure; then he drove short
sticks into the wall and sprang from rung
to rung like a magpie. Now we have stretched-nets
all around the court and we keep watch and
ward. The old man's name is Philocleon, it's
the best name he could have, and the son
is called Edelycleon, for he is a man very
fit to cure an insolent fellow of his boasting.
BDELYCLEON from the roof Xanthias! Sosias!
Are you asleep?
XANTHIAS Alas!
SOSIAS What is the matter?
XANTHIAS Why, Bdelycleon is getting up.
BDELYCLEON Will neither of you come here?
My father has got into the stove-chamber
and is ferreting about like a rat in his
hole. Take care he does not escape through
the bath drain. You there, put all your weight
against the door.
XANTHIAS Yes, master.
BDELYCLEON By Zeus! what is that noise in
the chimney? Hullo! who are you?
PHILOCLEON poking his head out of the chimney
I am the smoke going up.
BDELYCLEON Smoke? smoke of what wood?
PHILOCLEON Of fig-wood.
BDELYCLEON Ah! that's the most acrid of all.
But you shall not get out. Where is the chimney
cover? Come down again. Now, up with another
cross-bar. Now look out for some fresh dodge.
But am I not the most unfortunate of men?
Henceforward I shall only be called the son
of Capnius.
XANTHIAS He is pushing the door.
BDELYCLEON Throw your weight upon it, come,
put heart into the work. I will come and
help you. Watch both lock and bolt. Take
care he does not gnaw through the peg.
PHILOCLEON from within What are you doing,
you wretches? Let me go out; it is imperative
that I go and judge, or Dracontides will
be acquitted.
XANTHIAS Would you mind that?
PHILOCLEON Once at Delphi, the god, whom
I was consulting, foretold, that if an accused
man escaped me, I should die of consumption.
XANTHIAS Apollo the Saviour, what a prophecy!
PHILOCLEON Ah! I beseech you, if you do not
want my death, let me go.
XANTHIAS No, Philocleon, no never, by Posidon!
PHILOCLEON Well then, I shall gnaw through
the net with my teeth.
XANTHIAS But you have no teeth.
PHILOCLEON Oh! you rascal, how can I kill
you? How? Give me a sword, quick, or a conviction
tablet.
BDELYCLEON Our friend is planning some great
crime.
PHILOCLEON No, by Zeus! but I want to go
and sell my ass and its panniers, for it's
the first of the month.
BDELYCLEON Could I not sell it just as well?
PHILOCLEON Not as well as I could.
BDELYCLEON No, but better.
PHILOCLEON Bring out the ass anyway.
XANTHIAS What a clever excuse he has found
now! What cunning to get you to let him go
out!
BDELYCLEON Yes, but I have not swallowed
the hook; I scented the trick. I will go
in and fetch the ass, so that the old man
may not point his weapons that way again.
He goes in, returning immediately with the
ass. Stupid old ass, are you weeping because
you are going to be sold? Come, go a bit
quicker. Why, what are you moaning and groaning
for? You might be carrying another Odysseus.
XANTHIAS Why, certainly, so he is! someone
has crept beneath his belly.
BDELYCLEON Who, who? Let's see. Why it's
he! What does this mean? Who are you? Come,
speak!
PHILOCLEON I am Noman.
BDELYCLEON Noman? Of what country?
PHILOCLEON Of Ithaca, son of Apodrasippides.
BDELYCLEON Ha! Mister Noman, you will not
laugh presently. Pull him out quick. Ah!
the wretch, where has he crept to? Does he
not resemble a she-ass to the life?
PHILOCLEON If you do not leave me in peace,
I shall sue.
BDELYCLEON And what will the suit be about?
PHILOCLEON The shade of an ass.
BDELYCLEON You are a poor man of very little
wit, but thoroughly brazen.
PHILOCLEON A poor man! Ah! by Zeus! you know
not now what I am worth; but you will know
when you disembowel the old Heliast's money-bag.
BDELYCLEON Come, get back indoors, both you
and your ass.
PHILOCLEON Oh! my brethren of the tribunal!
oh! Cleon! to the rescue!
BDELYCLEON Go and bawl in there under lock
and key. And you there, pile plenty of stones
against the door, thrust the bolt home into
the staple, and to keep this beam in its
place roll that great mortar against it.
Quick's the word.
XANTHIAS Oh! my god! whence did this brick
fall on me?
BDELYCLEON Perhaps a rat loosened it.
XANTHIAS A rat? it's surely our gutter-judge,
who has crept beneath the tiles of the roof.
BDELYCLEON Ah! woe to us! there he is, he
has turned into a sparrow; he will be flying
off. Where is the net? where? Shoo! shoo!
get back! Ah! by Zeus! I would rather have
to guard Scione than such a father.
XANTHIAS And now that we have driven him
in thoroughly and he can no longer escape
without our knowledge, can we not have a
few winks of sleep, no matter how few?
BDELYCLEON Why, wretch! the other jurymen
will be here almost directly to summon my
father!
XANTHIAS Why, it's scarcely dawn yet!
BDELYCLEON Ah, they must have risen late
to-day. Generally it is the middle of the
night when they come to fetch him. They arrive
here, carrying lanterns in their hands and
singing the charming old verses of Phrynichus'
Sidonian Women; it's their way of calling
him.
XANTHIAS Well, if need be, we will chase
them off with stones.
BDELYCLEON What! you dare to speak so? Why,
this class of old men, if irritated, becomes
as terrible as a swarm of wasps. They carry
below their loins the sharpest of stings,
with which to prick their foes; they shout
and leap and their stings burn like so many
sparks.
XANTHIAS Have no fear! If I can find stones
to throw into this nest of jurymen-wasps,
I shall soon have them cleared off. Enter
the CHORUS, composed of old men costumed
as wasps.
LEADER OF THE CHORUS March on, advance boldly
and bravely! Comias, your feet are dragging;
once you were as tough as a dog-skin strap
and now even Charinades walks better than
you. Ha! Strymodorus of Conthyle, you best
of mates, where is Euergides and where is
Chabes of Phlya? Ha, ha, bravo! there you
are, the last of the lads with whom we mounted
guard together at Byzantium. Do you remember
how, one night, prowling round, we noiselessly
stole the kneading-trough of a baker's wife;
we split it in two and cooked our green-stuff
with it.-But let us hasten, for the case
of Laches comes on to-day, and they all say
he has embezzled a pot of money. Hence Cleon,
our protector, advised us yesterday to come
early and with a three days' stock of fiery
rage so as to chastise him for his crimes.
Let us hurry, comrades, before it is light;
come, let us search every nook with our lanterns
to see whether those who wish us ill have
not set us some trap.
BOY Father, father, watch out for the mud.
LEADER OF THE CHORUS Pick up a blade of straw
and trim your lamp.
BOY No. I can trim it quite well with my
finger.
LEADER OF THE CHORUS Why do you pull out
the wick, you little dolt? Oil is scarce,
and it's not you who suffer when it has to
be paid for. Strikes him.
BOY If you teach us again with your fists,
we shall put out the lamps and go home; then
you will have no light and will squatter
about in the mud like ducks in the dark.
LEADER OF THE CHORUS I know how to punish
offenders bigger than you. But I think I
am treading in some mud. Oh! it's certain
it will rain in torrents for four days at
least; look at the snuff in our lamps; that
is always a sign of heavy rain; but the rain
and the north wind will be good for the crops
that are still standing. Why, what can have
happened to our mate, who lives here? Why
does he not come to join our party? There
used to be no need to haul him in our wake,
for he would march at our head singing the
verses of Phrynichus; he was a lover of singing.
Should we not, friends, make a halt here
and sing to call him out? The charm of my
voice will fetch him out, if he hears it.
CHORUS singing Why does the old man not show
himself before the door? Why does he not
answer? Has he lost his shoes? has he stubbed
his toe in the dark and thus got a swollen
ankle? Perhaps he has a tumour in his groin.
He was the hardest of us all; he alone never
allowed himself to be moved. If anyone tried
to move him, he would lower his head, saying,
"You might just as well try to boil
a stone." But I bethink me, an accused
man escaped us yesterday through his false
pretence that he loved Athens and had been
the first to unfold the Samian plot. Perhaps
his acquittal has so distressed Philocleon
that he is abed with fever-he is quite capable
of such a thing.-Friend, arise, do not thus
vex your heart, but forget your wrath. To-day
we have to judge a man made wealthy by-treason,
one of those who set Thrace free; we have
to prepare him a funeral urn.... so march
on, my boy, get going. Here a duet begins
between the BOY and the CHORUS.
BOY Father, would you give me something if
I asked for it?
CHORUS Assuredly, my child, but tell me what
nice thing do you want me to buy you? A set
of knuckle-bones, I suppose.
BOY No, father, I prefer figs; they are better.
CHORUS No, by Zeus! even if you were to hang
yourself with vexation.
BOY Well then, I will lead you no farther.
CHORUS With my small pay, I am obliged to
buy bread, wood, and stew; and now you ask
me for figs!
BOY But, father, if the Archon should not
form a court to-day, how are we to buy our
dinner? Have you some good hope to offer
us or only "Helle's sacred waves"?
CHORUS Alas! alas! I have not a notion how
we shall dine.
BOY Oh! my poor mother! why did you let me
see this day?
CHORUS So that you might give me troubles
to feed on.
BOY Little wallet, you seem like to be a
mere useless ornament!
BOY AND CHORUS It is our destiny to groan.
PHILOCLEON appearing at an upper window;
singing My friends, I have long been pining
away while listening to you from my window,
but I absolutely know not what to do. I am
detained here, because I have long wanted
to go with you to the law-court and do all
the harm I can. Oh! Zeus! cause the peals
of thy thunder to roll, change me quickly
into smoke or make me into a Proxenides,
a tissue of falsehoods, like the son of Sellus.
Oh, King of Heaven! hesitate not to grant
me this favour, pity my misfortune or else
may thy dazzling lightning instantly reduce
me to ashes; then carry me hence, and may
thy breath hurl me into some strong, hot
marinade or turn me into one of the stones
on which the votes are counted.
CHORUS singing Who is it detains you and
shuts you in? Speak, for you are talking
to friends.
PHILOCLEON singing My son. But no bawling,
he is there in front asleep; lower your voice.
CHORUS singing But, poor fellow, what is
his aim? what is his object?
PHILOCLEON singing My friends, he will not
have me judge nor do anyone any ill, but
he wants me to stay at home and enjoy myself,
and I will not. And does this wretch, this
Demologocleon dare to say such odious things,
just because you tell the truth about our
navy? He would not have dared, had he not
been a conspirator.
LEADER OF THE CHORUS But meanwhile, you must
devise some new dodge, so that you can come
down here without his knowledge.
PHILOCLEON But what? Try to find some way.
For myself, I am ready for anything, so much
do I burn to run along the tiers of the tribunal
with my voting-pebble in my hand.
LEADER OF THE CHORUS There is surely some
hole through which you could manage to squeeze
from within, and escape dressed in rags,
like the crafty Odysseus.
PHILOCLEON Everything is sealed fast; not
so much as a gnat could get through. Think
of some other plan; there is no possible
hole of escape.
LEADER OF THE CHORUS Do you recall how, when
you were with the army at the taking of Naxos,
you descended so readily from the top of
the wall by means of the spits you had stolen?
PHILOCLEON I remember that well enough, but
what connection is there with present circumstances?
I was young, clever at thieving, I had all
my strength, none watched over me, and I
could run off without fear. But to-day men-at-
arms are placed at every outlet to watch
me, and two of them are lying in wait for
me at this very door armed with spits, just
as folks lie in wait for a cat that has stolen
a piece of meat.
CHORUS singing Come, discover some way as
quick as possible. Here is the dawn come,
my dear little friend.
PHILOCLEON singing The best way is to gnaw
through the net. Oh! goddess who watchest
over the nets, forgive me for making a hole
in this one.
CHORUS singing It's acting like a man eager
for his safety. Get your jaws to work.
PHILOCLEON singing There! it's gnawed through!
But no shouting! let Bdelycleon notice nothing!
CHORUS singing Have no fear, have no fear!
if he breathes a syllable, it will be to
bruise his own knuckles; he will have to
fight to defend his own head. We shall teach
him not to insult the mysteries of the goddesses.
LEADER OF THE CHORUS But fasten a rope to
the window, tie it around your body and let
yourself down to the ground, with your heart
bursting with the fury of Diopithes.
PHILOCLEON But if these notice it and want
to fish me up and drag me back into the house,
what will you do? Tell me that.
LEADER OF THE CHORUS We shall call up the
full strength of our oak-tough courage to
your aid. That is what we will do.
PHILOCLEON I trust myself to you and risk
the danger. If misfortune overtakes me, take
away my body, bathe it with your tears and
bury it beneath the bar of the tribunal.
LEADER OF THE CHORUS Nothing will happen
to you, rest assured. Come, friend, have
courage and let yourself slide down while
you invoke your country's gods.
PHILOCLEON Oh! mighty Lycus! noble hero and
my neighbour, thou, like myself, takest pleasure
in the tears and the groans of the accused.
If thou art come to live near the tribunal,
'tis with the express design of hearing them
incessantly; thou alone of all the heroes
hast wished to remain among those who weep.
Have pity on me and save him, who lives close
to thee; I swear I will never make water,
never, nor ever let a fart, against the railing
of thy statue. He slides down as quietly
as possible; nevertheless BDELYCLEON wakes
up.
BDELYCLEON to XANTHIAS Ho, there! ho! get
up!
XANTHIAS waking up What's the matter?
BDELYCLEON I thought I heard talking close
to me. Is the old man at it again, escaping
through some loophole?
XANTHIAS No, by Zeus! no, but he is letting
himself down by a rope.
BDELYCLEON Ha, rascal! what are you doing
there? You shall not descend. To XANTHIAS
Mount quick to the other window, strike him
with the boughs that hang over the entrance;
perhaps he will turn back when he feels himself
being thrashed.
PHILOCLEON to the audience To the rescue!
all you, who are going to have lawsuits this
year-Smicythion, Tisiades, Chremon and Pheredipnus.
It's now or never, before they force me to
return, that you must help.
LEADER OF THE CHORUS Why do we delay to let
loose that fury, that is so terrible, when
our nests are attacked?
CHORUS singing I feel my angry sting is stiffening,
that sharp sting, with which we punish our
enemies. Come, children, cast your cloaks
to the winds, run, shout, tell Cleon what
is happening, that he may march against this
foe of our city, who deserves death, since
he proposes to prevent the trial of lawsuits.
The Boys run off, taking the CHORUS' mantles
with them.
BDELYCLEON rushing out of the house with
the two slaves and seizing his father Friends,
listen to the truth, instead of bawling.
LEADER OF THE CHORUS By Zeus! we will shout
to heaven.
BDELYCLEON And I shall not let him go.
LEADER OF THE CHORUS Why, this is intolerable,
'tis manifest tyranny.
CHORUS singing Oh! citizens, oh! Theorus,
the enemy of the gods! and all you flatterers,
who rule us! come to our aid.
XANTHIAS By Heracles! they have stings. Do
you see them, master?
BDELYCLEON It was with these weapons that
they killed Philippus the son of Gorgias
when he was put on trial.
LEADER OF THE CHORUS And you too shall die.
Turn yourselves this way, all, with your
stings out for attack and throw yourselves
upon him in good and serried order, and swelled
up with wrath and rage. Let him learn to
know the sort of foes he has dared to irritate.
XANTHIAS The fight will be fast and furious,
by great Zeus! I tremble at the sight of
their stings.
CHORUS singing Let this man go, unless you
want to envy the tortoise his hard shell.
PHILOCLEON Come, my dear companions, wasps
with relentless hearts, fly against him,
animated with your fury. Sting him in the
arse, eyes, and fingers.
BDELYCLEON opening the door and trying to
shove his struggling father in Midas, Phryx,
Masyntias, here! Come and help. Seize this
man and hand him over to no one, otherwise
you shall starve to death in chains. Fear
nothing, I have often heard the crackling
of fig-leaves in the fire.
LEADER OF THE CHORUS If you won't let him
go, I shall bury this sting in your body.
PHILOCLEON Oh, Cecrops, mighty hero with
the tail of a dragon! Seest thou how these
barbarians ill-use me-me, who have many a
time made them weep a full bushel of tears?
LEADER OF THE CHORUS Is not old age filled
with cruel ills? What violence these two
slaves offer to their old master! they have
forgotten all bygones, the fur-coats and
the jackets and the caps he bought for them;
in winter he watched that their feet should
not get frozen. And only see them now; there
is no gentleness in their look nor any recollection
of the slippers of other days.
PHILOCLEON to XANTHIAS Will you let me go,
you accursed animal? Don't you remember the
day when I surprised you stealing the grapes;
I tied you to an olive-tree and I cut open
your bottom with such vigorous lashes that
folks thought you had been raped. Get away,
you are ungrateful. But let go of me, and
you too, before my son comes up.
LEADER OF THE CHORUS You shall repay us for
all this, and that soon. Tremble at our ferocious
glance; you shall taste our just anger.
BDELYCLEON Strike! strike! Xanthias! Drive
these wasps away from the house.
XANTHIAS That's just what I am doing.
BDELYCLEON Blind them with smoke too!
XANTHIAS AND SOSIAS You will not go? The
plague seize you! Will you not clear off?
BDELYCLEON Hit them with your stick Xanthias,
and you Sosias, to smoke them out better,
throw Aeschines, the son of Sellartius, on
the fire.
XANTHIAS as the CHORUS retires from the unequal
conquest There, we were bound to drive you
off sooner or later!
BDELYCLEON Eh! by Zeus! you would not have
put them to flight so easily if they had
fed on the verses of Philocles.
CHORUS singing It is clear to all the poor
that tyranny has attacked us sorely. Proud
emulator of Amynias, you, who only take pleasure
in doing ill, see how you are preventing
us from obeying the laws of the city; you
do not even seek a pretext or any plausible
excuse, but claim to rule alone.
BDELYCLEON Hold! A truce to all blows and
brawling! Had we not better confer together
and come to some understanding?
LEADER OF THE CHORUS Confer with you, the
people's foe! with you, a royalist....
CHORUS singing .... and accomplice of Brasidas,
you with your woollen-fringed coat and your
long beard?
BDELYCLEON Ah! it would be better to separate
altogether from my father than to steer my
boat daily through such stormy seas!
LEADER OF THE CHORUS Oh! you have but reached
the parsley and the rue, to use the common
saying. What you are suffering is nothing!
but welcome the hour when the advocate shall
adduce all these same arguments against you
and shall summon your accomplices to give
witness.
BDELYCLEON In the name of the gods! withdraw
or we shall fight you the whole day long.
CHORUS singing No, not as long as I retain
an atom of breath. Ha! your desire is to
tyrannize over us!
BDELYCLEON Everything is now tyranny with
us, no matter what is concerned, whether
it be large or small. Tyranny! I have not
heard the word mentioned once in fifty years,
and now it is more common than salt-fish,
the word is even current on the market. If
you are buying gurnards and don't want anchovies,
the huckster next door, who is selling the
latter, at once exclaims, "That is a
man whose kitchen savours of tyranny!"
If you ask for onions to season your fish,
the green-stuff woman winks one eye and asks,
"Ha, you ask for onions! are you seeking
to tyrannize, or do you think that Athens
must pay you your seasonings as a tribute?"
XANTHIAS Yesterday I went to see a whore
about noon and told her to get on top; she
flew into a rage, pretending I wanted to
restore the tyranny of Hippias.
BDELYCLEON That's the talk that pleases the
people! As for myself, I want my father to
lead a joyous life like Morychus instead
of going away before dawn basely to calumniate
and condemn; and for this I am accused of
conspiracy and tyrannical practice!
PHILOCLEON And quite right too, by Zeus!
The most exquisite dishes do not make up
to me for the life of which you deprive me.
I scorn your red mullet and your eels, and
would far rather eat a nice little lawsuitlet
cooked in the pot.
BDELYCLEON That's because you have got used
to seeking your pleasure in it; but if you
will agree to keep silence and hear me, I
think I could persuade you that you deceive
yourself altogether.
PHILOCLEON I deceive myself, when I am judging?
BDELYCLEON You do not see that you are the
laughing-stock of these men, whom you are
ready to worship. You are their slave and
do not know it.
PHILOCLEON I a slave, I, who lord it over
all?
BDELYCLEON Not at all, you think you are
ruling when you are only obeying. Tell me,
father, what do you get out of the tribute
paid by so many Greek towns.
PHILOCLEON Much, and I appoint my colleagues
jurymen.
BDELYCLEON And I also. To the slaves Release
him.
PHILOCLEON And bring me a sword; If I am
worsted in this debate, I shall fall on the
blade.
BDELYCLEON Tell me whether you will accept
the verdict of the Court.
PHILOCLEON May I never drink my Heliast's
pay in honour of the Good Genius, it if I
do not.
CHORUS singing Now it is necessary for you,
who are of our school, to say something novel,
that you may not seem...
BDELYCLEON interrupting And I must note down
everything he says, so as to remember it;
someone bring me a tablet, quick.
CHORUS singing .... to side with this youth
in his opinions. You see how serious the
question has become; if he should prevail,
which the gods forfend, it will be all over
for us.
PHILOCLEON But what will you say of it, if
he should triumph in the debate?
CHORUS singing That old men are no longer
good for anything; we shall be perpetually
laughed at in the streets, shall be called
thallophores, mere brief-bags.
LEADER OF THE CHORUS You are to be the champion
of all our rights and sovereignty. Come,
take courage! Bring into action all the resources
of your wit.
PHILOCLEON At the outset I will prove to
you that there exists no king whose might
is greater than ours. Is there a pleasure,
a blessing comparable with that of a juryman?
Is there a being who lives more in the midst
of delights, who is more feared, aged though
he be? From the moment I leave my bed, men
of power, the most illustrious in the city,
await me at the bar of the tribunal; the
moment I am seen from the greatest distance,
they come forward to offer me a gentle handy-that
has pilfered the public funds; they entreat
me, bowing right low and with a piteous voice,
"Oh, father," they say, "pity
me, I adjure you by the profit you were able
to make in the public service or in the army,
when dealing with the victuals." Why,
the man who speaks thus would not know of
my existence, had I not let him off on some
former occasion.
BDELYCLEON Let us note this first point,
the supplicants.
PHILOCLEON These entreaties have appeased
my wrath, and I enter-firmly resolved to
do nothing that I have promised. Nevertheless
I listen to the accused. Oh! what tricks
to secure acquittal! Ah! there is no form
of flattery that is not addressed to the
Heliast! Some groan over their poverty and
exaggerate it. Others tell us anecdotes or
some comic story from Aesop. Others, again,
cut jokes; they fancy I shall be appeased
if I won If we are not even then won over,
why, then they drag forward their young children
by the hand, both boys and girls, who prostrate
themselves and whine with one accord, and
then the father, trembling as if before a
god, beseeches me not to condemn him out
of pity for them, "If you love the voice
of the lamb, have pity on my sons";
and because I am fond of little sows, I must
yield to his daughter's prayers. Then we
relax the heat of our wrath a little for
him. Is not this great power indeed, which
allows even wealth to be disdained?
BDELYCLEON A second point to note, the disdain
of wealth. And now recall to me what are
the advantages you enjoy, you, who pretend
to rule over Greece?
PHILOCLEON We are entrusted with the inspection
of the young men, and thus we have a right
to examine their tools. If Oeagrus is accused,
he is not acquitted before he has recited
a passage from 'Niobe' and he chooses the
finest. If a flute-player gains his case,
he adjusts his mouth-strap in return and
plays us the final air while we are leaving.
A father on his death-bed names some husband
for his daughter, who is his sole heir; but
we care little for his will or for the shell
so solemnly placed over the seal; we give
the young maiden to him who has best known
how to secure our wavour. Name me another
duty that is so important and so irresponsible.
BDELYCLEON Aye, it's a fine privilege, and
the only one on which I can congratulate
you; but surely to violate the will is to
act badly towards the heiress.
PHILOCLEON And if the Senate and the people
have trouble in deciding some important case,
it is decreed to send the culprits before
the Heliasts; then Euathlus and the illustrious
Colaconymus, who cast away his shield, swear
not to betray us and to fight for the people.
Did ever an orator carry the day with his
opinion if he had not first declared that
the jury should be dismissed for the day
as soon as they had given their first verdict?
We are the only ones whom Cleon, the great
bawler, does not badger. On the contrary,
he protects and caresses us; he keeps off
the flies, which is what you have never done
for your father. Theorus, who is a man not
less illustrious than Euphemius, takes the
sponge out of the pot and blacks our shoes.
See then what good things you deprive and
despoil me of. Pray, is this obeying or being
a slave, as you pretended to be able to prove?
BDELYCLEON Talk away to your heart's content;
you must come to a stop at last and then
you shall see that this grand power only
resembles an anus; no matter how much you
wash it, you can never get it clean.
PHILOCLEON But I am forgetting the most pleasing
thing of all. When I return home with my
pay, everyone runs to greet me because of
my money. First my daughter bathes me, anoints
my feet, stoops to kiss me and, while she
is calling me "her dearest father,"
fishes out my triobolus with her tongue;
then my little wife comes to wheedle me and
brings a nice light cake; she sits beside
me and entreats me in a thousand ways, "Do
take this now; do have some more." All
this delights me hugely, and I have no need
to turn towards you or the steward to know
when it shall please him to serve my dinner,
all the while cursing and grumbling. But
if he does not quickly knead my cake, I have
something which is my defence, my shield
against all ills. If you do not pour me out
drink, I have brought this long-eared jar
full of wine. How it brays, when I bend back
and bury its neck in my mouth! It farts like
a whole army, and how I laugh at your wine-skins.
With increasing excitement As to power, am
I not equal to the king of the gods? If our
assembly is noisy, all say as they pass,
"Great gods! the tribunal is rolling
out its thunder!" If I let loose the
lightning, the richest, aye, the noblest
are half dead with terror and crap for fright.
You yourself are afraid of me, yea, by Demeter!
you are afraid. But may I die if you frighten
me.
CHORUS singing Never have I heard speech
so elegant or so sensible.
PHILOCLEON Ah! he thought he had only to
turn me round his finger; he should, however
have known the vigour of my eloquence.
CHORUS singing He has said everything without
omission. I felt myself grow taller while
I listened to him. Methought myself meting
out justice in the Islands of the Blest,
so much was I taken with the charm of his
words.
BDELYCLEON How overjoyed they are! What extravagant
delight! Ah! ah! you are going to get a thrashing
to-day.
CHORUS singing Come, plot everything you
can to beat him; 'tis not easy to soften
me if you do no talk on my side.
LEADER OF THE CHORUS If you have nothing
but nonsense to spout, it's time to buy a
good millstone, freshly cut withal, to crush
my anger.
BDELYCLEON The cure of a disease, so inveterate
and so widespread in Athens, is a difficult
task and of too great importance for the
scope of comedy. Nevertheless, my old father....
PHILOCLEON Cease to call me by that name,
for, if you do not prove me a slave and that
quickly too, you must die by my hand, even
if I must be deprived of my share in the
sacred feasts.
BDELYCLEON Listen to me, dear little father,
unruffle that frowning brow and reckon, you
can do so without trouble, not with pebbles,
but on your fingers, what is the sum-total
of the tribute paid by the allied towns;
besides this we have the direct imposts,
a mass of percentage dues, the fees of the
courts of justice, the produce from the mines,
the markets, the harbours, tile public lands
and the confiscations. All these together
amount to nearly two thousand talents. Take
from this sum the annual pay of the dicasts;
they number six thousand, and there have
never been more in this town; so therefore
it is one hundred and fifty talents that
come to you.
PHILOCLEON What! our pay is not even a tithe
of the state revenue?
BDELYCLEON Why no, certainly not.
PHILOCLEON And where does the rest go then?
BDELYCLEON To those who say: "I shall
never betray the interests of the masses;
I shall always fight for the people."
And it is you, father, who let yourself be
caught with their fine talk, who give them
all power over yourself. They are the men
who extort fifty talents at a time by threat
and intimidation from the allies. "Pay
tribute to me," they say, "or I
shall loose the lightning on you-town and
destroy it." And you, you are content
to gnaw the crumbs of your own might. What
do the allies do? They see that the Athenian
mob lives on the tribunal in niggard and
miserable fashion, and they count you for
nothing, for not more than the vote of Connus;
it is on those wretches that they lavish
everything, dishes of salt fish, wine, tapestries,
cheese, honey, chaplets, necklets, drinking-cups,
all that yields pleasure and health. And
you, their master, to you as a reward for
all your toil both on land and sea, nothing
is given, not even a clove of garlic to eat
with your little fish.
PHILOCLEON No, undoubtedly not; I have had
to send and buy some from Eucharides. But
you told me I was a slave. Prove it then,
for I am dying with impatience.
BDELYCLEON Is it not the worst of all slaveries
to see all these wretches and their flatterers,
whom they gorge with gold, at the head of
affairs? As for you, you are content with
the three obols which they give you and which
you have so painfully earned in the galleys,
in battles and sieges. But what I stomach
least is that you go to sit on the tribunal
by order. Some young fairy, the son of Chaereas,
to wit, enters your house wiggling his arse,
foul with debauchery, on his straddling legs
and charges you to come and judge at daybreak,
and precisely to the minute. "He who
presents himself after the opening of the
Court," says he, "will not get
the triobolus." But he himself, though
he arrives late, will nevertheless get his
drachma as a public advocate. If an accused
man makes him some present, he shares it
with a colleague and the pair agree to arrange
the matter like two sawyers, one of whom
pulls and the other pushes. As for you, you
have only eyes for the public pay-clerk,
and you see nothing.
PHILOCLEON Can it be I am treated thus? Oh!
what is it you are saying? You stir me to
the bottom of my heart! I am all ears! I
cannot express what I feel.
BDELYCLEON Consider then; you might be rich,
both you and all the others; I know not why
you let yourself be fooled by these folk
who call themselves the people's friends.
A myriad of towns obey you, from the Euxine
to Sardis. What do you gain thereby? Nothing
but this miserable pay, and even that is
like the oil with which the flock of wool
is impregnated and is doled to you drop by
drop, just enough to keep you from dying
of hunger. They want you to be poor, and
I will tell you why. It is so that you may
know only those who nourish you, and so that,
if it pleases them to loose you against one
of their foes, you shall leap upon him with
fury. If they wished to assure the well-being
of the people, nothing would be easier for
them. We have now a thousand towns that pay
us tribute; let them comand each of these
to feed twenty Athenians; then twenty thousand
of our citizens would be eating nothing but
hare, would drink nothing but the purest
of milk, and always crowned with garlands,
would be enjoying the delights to which the
great name of their country and the trophies
of Marathon give them the right; whereas
to-day you are like the hired labourers who
gather the olives; you follow him who pays
you.
PHILOCLEON Alas! my hand is benumbed; I can
no longer draw my sword. What has become
of my strength?
BDELYCLEON When they are afraid, they promise
to divide Euboea among you and to give each
fifty bushels of wheat, but what have they
given you? Nothing excepting, quite recently,
five bushels of barley, and even these you
have only obtained with great difficulty,
on proving you were not aliens, and then
choenix by choenix. With increasing excitement
That is why I always kept you shut in; I
wanted you to be fed by me and no longer
at the beck of these blustering braggarts.
Even now I am ready to let you have all you
want, provided you no longer let yourself
be suckled by the payclerk.
LEADER OF THE CHORUS to BDELYCLEON He was
right who said, "Decide nothing till
you have heard both sides," for now
it seems to me that you are the one who gains
the complete victory. My wrath is appeased
and I throw away my sticks. To PHILOCLEON
But, you, our comrade and contemporary....
FIRST SEMI-CHORUS taking this up in song
.... let yourself be won over by his words;
come, be not too obstinate or too perverse.
Would that I had a relative or kinsman to
correct me thus! Clearly some god is at hand
and is now protecting you and loading you
with benefits. Accept them.
BDELYCLEON I will feed him, I will give him
everything that is suitable for an old man;
oatmeal gruel, a cloak, soft furs, and a
wench to rub his tool and his loins. But
he keeps silent and will not utter a sound;
that's a bad sign.
SECOND SEMI-CHORUS singing He has thought
the thing over and has recognized his folly;
he is reproaching himself for not having
followed your advice always. But there he
is, converted by your words, and wiser now,
so that he will no doubt alter his ways in
the future and always believe in none but
you.
PHILOCLEON Alas! alas!
BDELYCLEON Now why this lamentation?
PHILOCLEON in tragic style A truce to your
promises! What I love is down there, down
there I want to be, there, where the herald
cries, "Who has not yet voted? Let him
rise!" I want to be the last of all
to leave the urn. Oh, my soul, my soul! where
art thou? come! oh! dark shadows, make way
for me! By Heracles, may I reach the court
in time to convict Cleon of theft.
BDELYCLEON Come, father, in the name of the
gods, believe me!
PHILOCLEON Believe you! Ask me anything,
anything, except one.
BDELYCLEON What is it? Let us hear.
PHILOCLEON Not to judge any more! Before
I consent, I shall have appeared before Pluto.
BDELYCLEON Very well then, since you find
so much pleasure in it, go down there no
more, but stay here and deal out justice
to your slaves.
PHILOCLEON But what is there to judge? Are
you mad?
BDELYCLEON Everything as in a tribunal. If
a servant opens a door secretly, you inflict
upon him a simple fine; that's what you have
repeatedly done down there. Everything can
be arranged to suit you. If it is warm in
the morning, you can judge in the sunlight;
if it is snowing, then seated at your fire;
if it rains, you go indoors; and if you don't
rise till noon, there will be no Thesmothetes
to exclude you from the precincts.
PHILOCLEON The notion pleases me.
BDELYCLEON Moreover, if a pleader is long-winded,
you will not be hungering and chafing and
seeking vengeance on the accused.
PHILOCLEON But could I judge as well with
my mouth full?
BDELYCLEON Much better. Is it not said, that
the dicasts, when deceived by lying witnesses,
have need to ruminate well in order to arrive
at the truth?
PHILOCLEON Well said, but you have not told
me yet who will pay my salary.
BDELYCLEON I will.
PHILOCLEON So much the better; in this way
I shall be paid by myself. Because that damned
jester, Lysistratus, played me an infamous
trick the other day. He received a drachma
for the two of us and went on the fish-market
to get it changed and then brought me back
three mullet scales. I took them for obols
and crammed them into my mouth; but the smell
choked me and I quickly spat them out. So
I dragged him before the court.
BDELYCLEON And what did he say to that?
PHILOCLEON Well, he pretended I had the stomach
of a cock. "You have soon digested the
money," he said with a laugh.
BDELYCLEON You see, that is yet another advantage.
PHILOCLEON And no small one either. Come,
do as you will.
BDELYCLEON Wait! I will bring everything
here. He goes into the house.
PHILOCLEON to himself You see, the oracles
are coming true; I have heard it foretold,
that one day the Athenians would dispense
justice in their own houses, that each citizen.
would have himself a little tribunal constructed
in his porch similar to the altars of Hecate,
and that there would be such before every
door.
BDELYCLEON returning with slaves who are
carrying various objects There, what do you
think of that? I have brought you everything
needful and much more into the bargain. See,
here is a thunder-mug in case you have to
pee; I shall hang it up beside you.
PHILOCLEON Good idea! Right useful at my
age. You have found the true alleviation
of bladder troubles.
BDELYCLEON Here is a fire, and near to it
are lentils, should you want to have a bite
to eat.
PHILOCLEON That's admirably arranged. In
this way, even when feverish, I shall nevertheless
receive my pay; and besides, I could eat
my lentils without quitting my seat. But
why this cock?
BDELYCLEON So that, should you doze during
some pleading, he may awaken you by crowing
up there.
PHILOCLEON I want only for one thing more;
all the rest is as good as can be.
BDELYCLEON What is that?
PHILOCLEON If only they could bring me an
image of the hero Lycus.
BDELYCLEON Here it is! Why, you might think
it was the god himself!
PHILOCLEON Oh! hero, my master I how repulsive
you are to look at I
BDELYCLEON He looks just like Cleonymus.
PHILOCLEON That is why, hero though he be,
he has no weapon.
BDELYCLEON The sooner you take your seat,
the sooner I shall call a case.
PHILOCLEON Call it, for I have been seated
ever so long.
BDELYCLEON Let us see. What case shall we
bring up first? Is there a slave who has
done something wrong? Ah! you Thracian there,
you burnt the stew-pot the other day.
PHILOCLEON Wait, wait! This is a fine state
of affairs! You almost made me judge without
a bar, and that is the most sacred thing
of all for us.
BDELYCLEON There isn't any, by Zeus.
PHILOCLEON I'll run indoors and get one myself.
Exit
BDELYCLEON What does it matter? Terrible
thing, the force of habit.
XANTHIAS coming out of the house Damn that
animal! How can anyone keep such a dog?
BDELYCLEON Hullo! what's the matter?
XANTHIAS Oh, it's Labes, who has just rushed
into the kitchen and seized a whole Sicilian
cheese and gobbled it up.
BDELYCLEON Good! this will be the first offence
I shall make my father try. To XANTHIAS Come
along and lay your accusation. XANTHIAS No,
not I; the other dog vows he will be accuser,
if the matter is brought up for trial.
BDELYCLEON Well then, bring them both along.
XANTHIAS That's what we'll have to do. He
goes hack into the house. A moment later
PHILOCLEON comes out.
BDELYCLEON What is this?
PHILOCLEON The pig-trough of the swine dedicated
to Hestia.
BDELYCLEON Did you steal it from a shrine?
PHILOCLEON No, no, by addressing Hestia first,
I might, thanks to her, crush an adversary.
But put an end to delay by calling up the
case. My verdict is already settled.
BDELYCLEON Wait! I still have to bring out
the tablets and the scrolls. He goes into
the house.
PHILOCLEON Oh! I am boiling, I am dying with
impatience at your delays. I could have traced
the sentence in the dust.
BDELYCLEON coming out with tablets and scrolls
There you are.
PHILOCLEON Then call the case.
BDELYCLEON Right. Who is first on the docket?
PHILOCLEON My god! This is unbearable! I
have forgotten the urns.
BDELYCLEON Now where are you going?
PHILOCLEON To look for the urns.
BDELYCLEON Don't bother, I have these pots.
PHILOCLEON Very well, then we have all we
need, except the clepsydra.
BDELYCLEON pointing to the thunder-mug What
is this if it is not a clepsydra?
PHILOCLEON You know how to supply everything.
BDELYCLEON Let fire be brought quickly from
the house with myrtle boughs and incense,
and let us invoke the gods before opening
the sitting.
LEADER OF THE CHORUS Offer them libations
and your vows and we will thank them that
a noble agreement has put an end to your
bickerings and strife. And first let there
be a sacred silence.
CHORUS singing Oh! god of Delphi! oh! Phoebus
Apollo! convert into the greatest blessing
for us all what is now happening before this
house, and cure us of our error, oh, Paean,
our helper!
BDELYCLEON solemnly Oh, Powerful god, Apollo
Aguieus, who watchest at the door of my entrance
hall, accept this fresh sacrifice; I offer
it that you may deign to soften my father's
excessive severity; he is as hard as iron,
his heart is like sour wine; do thou pour
into it a little honey. Let him become gentle
toward other men, let him take more interest
in the accused than in the accusers, may
he allow himself to be softened by entreaties;
calm his acrid humour and deprive his irritable
mind of all sting.
CHORUS singing We unite our vows and chants
to those of this new magistrate. His words
have won our favour and we are convinced
that he loves the people more than any of
the young men of the present day. XANTHIAS
brings in two persons costumed as dogs, but
with masks that suggest Laches and Cleon.
BDELYCLEON If there be any judge near at
hand, let him enter; once the proceedings
have opened, we shall admit him no more.
PHILOCLEON Who is the defendant?
BDELYCLEON This one.
PHILOCLEON aside He does not stand a chance.
BDELYCLEON Listen to the indictment. A dog
of Cydathenaea doth hereby charge Labes of
Aexonia with having devoured a Sicilian cheese
by himself without accomplices. Penalty demanded,
a collar of fig-tree wood.
PHILOCLEON Nay, a dog's death, if convicted.
BDELYCLEON This is Labes, the defendant.
PHILOCLEON Oh! what a wretched brute! how
entirely he looks the rogue! He thinks to
deceive me by keeping his jaws closed. Where
is the plaintiff, the dog of Cydathenaea?
DOG Bow wow! bow wow!
BDELYCLEON Here he is.
PHILOCLEON Why, he's another Labes, a great
barker and a licker of dishes.
BDELYCLEON as Herald Silence! Keep your seats!
To the Cydathenaean dog. And you, up on your
feet and accuse him.
PHILOCLEON Go on, and I will help myself
and eat these lentils.
DOG Gentlemen of the jury, listen to this
indictment I have drawn up. He has committed
the blackest of crimes, against both me and
the seamen. He sought refuge in a dark corner
to glutton on a big Sicilian cheese, with
which he sated his hunger.
PHILOCLEON Why, the crime is clear; the filthy
brute this very moment belched forth a horrible
odour of cheese right under my nose.
DOG And he refused to share with me. And
yet can anyone style himself your benefactor,
when he does not cast a morsel to your poor
dog?
PHILOCLEON He has not shared anything, not
even with his comrade. His madness is as
hot as my lentils.
BDELYCLEON In the name of the gods, father!
No hurried verdict without hearing the other
side!
PHILOCLEON But the evidence is plain; the
fact speaks for itself.
DOG Then beware of acquitting the most selfish
of canine gluttons, who has devoured the
whole cheese, rind and all, prowling round
the platter.
PHILOCLEON There is not even enough left
for me to fill up the chinks in my pitcher.
DOG Besides, you must punish him, because
the same house cannot keep two thieves. Let
me not have barked in vain, else I shall
never bark again.
PHILOCLEON Oh! the black deeds he has just
denounced! What a shameless thief! Say, cock,
is not that your opinion too? Ha, ha! He
thinks as I do. Here, Thesmothetes! where
are you? Hand me the thunder-mug.
BDELYCLEON Get it yourself. I go to call
the witnesses; these are a plate, a pestle,
a cheese knife, a brazier, a stew-pot and
other half-burnt utensils. To PHILOCLEON
But you have not finished? you are piddling
away still! Have done and be seated.
PHILOCLEON Ha, ha! I reckon I know somebody
who will crap for fright to-day.
BDELYCLEON Will you never cease showing yourself
hard and intractable, and especially to the
accused? You tear them to pieces tooth and
nail. To LABES Come forward and defend yourself.
What means this silence? Answer.
PHILOCLEON No doubt he has nothing to say.
BDELYCLEON Not at all, I think he has got
what happened once to Thucydides in court;
his jaws suddenly set fast. Get away! I will
undertake your defence.-Gentlemen of the
jury, it is a difficult thing to speak for
a dog who has been calumniated, but nevertheless
I will try. He is a good dog, and he chases
wolves finely.
PHILOCLEON He is a thief and a conspirator.
BDELYCLEON No, he is the best of all our
dogs; he is capable of guarding a whole flock.
PHILOCLEON And what good is that, if he eats
the cheese?
BDELYCLEON What? he fights for you, he guards
your door; he is an excellent dog in every
respect. Forgive him his larceny! he is wretchedly
ignorant, he cannot play the lyre.
PHILOCLEON I wish he did not know how to
write either; then the rascal would not have
drawn up his pleadings.
BDELYCLEON Witnesses, I pray you, listen.
Come forward, grating-knife, and speak up;
answer me clearly. You were paymaster at
the time. Did you grate out to the soldiers
what was given you?-He says he did so.
PHILOCLEON But, by Zeus! he lies.
BDELYCLEON Oh! have patience. Take pity on
the unfortunate. Labes feeds only on fish-bones
and fishes' heads and has not an instant
of peace. The other is good only to guard
the house; he never moves from here, but
demands his share of all that is brought
in and bites those who refuse.
PHILOCLEON aside Oh! Heaven! have I fallen
ill? I feel my anger cooling! Woe to me!
I am softening!
BDELYCLEON Have pity, father, pity, I adjure
you; you would not have him dead. Where are
his puppies? A group of children costumed
as puppies comes out. Come, poor little beasties,
yap, up on your haunches, beg and whine!
PHILOCLEON Descend, descend, descend, descend!
BDELYCLEON I will descend, although that
word, "descend," has too often
raised false hope. None the less, I will
descend.
PHILOCLEON Plague seize it! Have I then done
wrong to eat! What! I, crying! Ah! I certainly
should not be weeping, if I were not stuffed
with lentils.
BDELYCLEON Then he is acquitted?
PHILOCLEON It is difficult to tell.
BDELYCLEON Ah! my dear father, be good! be
humane! Take this voting pebble and rush
with your eyes closed to that second urn
and, father, acquit him.
PHILOCLEON No, I know no more how to acquit
than to play the lyre.
BDELYCLEON Come quickly, I will show you
the way. He takes his father by the hand
and leads him to the second urn.
PHILOCLEON Is this the first urn?
BDELYCLEON Yes.
PHILOCLEON dropping in his vote Then I have
voted.
BDELYCLEON aside I have fooled him and he
has acquitted in spite of himself. To PHILOCLEON
Come, I will turn out the urns.
PHILOCLEON What is the result?
BDELYCLEON We shall see. He examines both
urns. Labes, you stand acquitted. PHILOCLEON
faints Eh! father, what's the matter, what
is it? (To slaves) Water! water! To PHILOCLEON
Pull yourself together, sir!
PHILOCLEON weakly Tell me! Is he really acquitted?
BDELYCLEON Yes, certainly.
PHILOCLEON falling back Then it's all over
with me!
BDELYCLEON Courage, dear father, don't let
this afflict you so terribly.
PHILOCLEON dolefully And so I have charged
my conscience with the acquittal of an accused
being! What will become of me? Sacred gods!
forgive me. I did it despite myself; it is
not in my character.
BDELYCLEON Do not vex yourself, father; I
will feed you well, will take you everywhere
to eat and drink with me; you shall go to
every feast; henceforth your life shall be
nothing but pleasure, and Hyperbolus shall
no longer have you for a tool. But come,
let us go in.
PHILOCLEON resignedly So be it; if you will,
let us go in. They all go into the house.
LEADER OF THE CHORUS Go where it pleases
you and may your happiness be great. The
CHORUS turns and faces the audience. You
meanwhile, oh! countless myriads, listen
to the sound counsels I am going to give
you and take care they are not lost upon
you. That would be the fate of vulgar spectators,
not that of such an audience. Hence, people,
lend me your ear, if you love frank speaking.
The poet has a reproach to make against his
audience; he says you have ill-treated him
in return for the many services he has rendered
you. At first he kept himself in the background
and lent help secretly to other poets, and
like the prophetic Genius, who hid himself
in the belly of Eurycles, slipped within
the spirit of another and whispered to him
many a comic hit. Later he ran the risks
of the theatre on his own account, with his
face uncovered, and dared to guide his Muse
unaided. Though overladen with success and
honours more than any of your poets, indeed
despite all his glory, he does not yet believe
he has attained his goal; his heart is not
swollen with pride and he does not seek to
seduce the young folk in the wrestling school.
If any lover runs up to him to complain because
he is furious at seeing the object of his
passion derided on the stage, he takes no
heed of such reproaches, for he is inspired
only with honest motives and his Muse is
no pander. From the very outset of his dramatic
career he has disdained to assail those who
were men, but with a courage worthy of Heracles
himself he attacked the most formidable monsters,
and at the beginning went straight for that
beast with the sharp teeth, with the terrible
eyes that flashed lambent fire like those
of Cynna, surround
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