The Eleven Comedies, Volume 2. Аристофан

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      CHORUS. By Zeus! we will shout to heaven and never forsake our friend.

      Why, this is intolerable, 'tis manifest tyranny. Oh! citizens, oh!

      Theorus,58 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. 'Twas with these weapons that they killed Philippus the son of Gorgias59 when he was put on trial.

      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. 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 back, in his eyes and on his fingers.

      BDELYCLEON. 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.60

      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?

      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. 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 pedicated. Get away, you are ungrateful. But let go of me, and you too, before my son comes up.

      CHORUS. You shall repay us for all this and 'twill not be long first.

      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; but do you smoke them out thoroughly too.

      SOSIAS. You will not go? The plague seize you! Will you not clear off?

      Xanthias, strike them with your stick!

      XANTHIAS. And you, to smoke them out better, throw Aeschinus, the son of Selartius, on the fire. Ah! we were bound to drive you off in the end.

      BDELYCLEON. Eh! by Zeus! you would not have put them to flight so easily if they had fed on the verses of Philocles.

      CHORUS. 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?

      CHORUS. Confer with you, the people's foe! with you, a royalist, the accomplice of Brasidas!61 with you, who wear woollen fringes on your cloak and let your beard grow!

      BDELYCLEON. Ah! it were better to separate altogether from my father than to steer my boat daily through such stormy seas!

      CHORUS. Oh! you have but reached the parsley and the rue, to use the common saying.62 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. 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 gay girl about noon and suggested she should mount and ride me; she flew into a rage, pretending I wanted to restore the tyranny of Hippias.63

      BDELYCLEON. That's the talk that pleases the people! As for myself, I want my father to lead a joyous life like Morychus64 instead of going away before dawn to basely 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 law suitlet cooked in the pot.

      BDELYCLEON. 'Tis 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. Release him, all of you, and bring me a sword. If my arguments do not prevail I will fall upon this blade. As for you, tell me whether you accept the verdict of the Court.

      PHILOCLEON. May I never drink my Heliast's pay in honour of the good Genius, if I do not.

      CHORUS. Tis now we have to draw upon our arsenal for some fresh weapon; above all do not side with this youth in his opinions. You see how serious the question has become; 'twill be all over with us, which the gods forfend, if he should prevail.

      BDELYCLEON. Let someone bring me my tablets with all speed!

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