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Aristophanes
The Acharnians


This comedy was staged in the sixth year of the Peloponnesian War between the Athenians and the Spartans (426 B.C.), the 20-year war which eventually destroyed Ancient Greece. Any similarities with persons and situation is, of course, pure coincidence, since Aristophanes has been long dead. The full text can be found at the Gutenberg Project repository.

http://ftp://sailor.gutenberg.org/pub/gutenberg/etext02/achar10.txt


SCENE
The Athenian Ecclesia on the Pnyx; afterwards Dicaeopolis' house in the country.


DICAEOPOLIS: (alone) <snip>
Never, however, since I began to bathe, has the dust hurt my eyes as it does to-day. Still it is the day of assembly; all should be here at daybreak, and yet the Pnyx is still deserted. They are gossiping in the marketplace, slipping hither and thither to avoid the vermilioned rope.(1) The Prytanes(2) even do not come; they will be late, but when they come they will push and fight each other for a seat in the front row. They will never trouble themselves with the question of peace. Oh! Athens! Athens! As for myself, I do not fail to come here before all the rest, and now, finding myself alone, I groan, yawn, stretch, break wind, and know not what to do; I make sketches in the dust, pull out my loose hairs, muse, think of my fields, long for peace, curse town life and regret my dear country home,(3) which never told me to 'buy fuel, vinegar or oil'; there the word 'buy,' which cuts me in two, was unknown; I harvested everything at will. Therefore I have come to the assembly fully prepared to bawl, interrupt and abuse the speakers, if they talk of anything but peace. But here come the Prytanes, and high time too, for it is midday! As I foretold, hah! is it not so? They are pushing and fighting for the front seats.

* f(1) Several means were used to force citizens to attend the assemblies; the shops were closed; circulation was only permitted in those streets which led to the Pnyx; finally, a rope covered with vermilion was drawn round those who dallied in the Agora (the market-place), and the late-comers, ear- marked by the imprint of the rope, were fined.

* f(2) Magistrates who, with the Archons and the Epistatae, shared the care of holding and directing the assemblies of the people; they were fifty in number.

* f(3) The Peloponnesian War had already, at the date of the representation of 'The Acharnians,' lasted five years, 431-426 B.C.; driven from their lands by the successive Lacedaemonian invasions, the people throughout the country had been compelled to seek shelter behind the walls of Athens.

HERALD: Move on up, move on, move on, to get within the consecrated area.

<snip>

PRYTANIS: Sit down and keep silence!

DICAEOPOLIS: No, by Apollo, I will not, unless you are going to discuss the question of peace.

HERALD: The ambassadors, who are returned from the Court of the King!

DICAEOPOLIS: Of what King? I am sick of all those fine birds, the peacock ambassadors and their swagger.

HERALD: Silence!

DICAEOPOLIS: Oh! oh! by Ecbatana,(1) what a costume!

* f(1) The summer residence of the Great King.

AN AMBASSADOR: During the archonship of Euthymenes, you sent us to the Great King on a salary of two drachmae per diem.

DICAEOPOLIS: Ah! those poor drachmae!

AMBASSADOR: We suffered horribly on the plains of the Cayster, sleeping under a tent, stretched deliciously on fine chariots, half dead with weariness.

DICAEOPOLIS: And I was very much at ease, lying on the straw along the battlements!(1)

* f(1) Referring to the hardships he had endured garrisoning the walls of Athens during the Lacedaemonian invasions early in the War.

AMBASSADOR: Everywhere we were well received and forced to drink delicious wine out of golden or crystal flagons....

DICAEOPOLIS: Oh, city of Cranaus,(1) thy ambassadors are laughing at thee!

* f(1) Cranaus, the second king of Athens, the successor of Cecrops.

AMBASSADOR: For great feeders and heavy drinkers are alone esteemed as men by the barbarians.

DICAEOPOLIS: Just as here in Athens, we only esteem the most drunken debauchees.

AMBASSADOR: At the end of the fourth year we reached the King's Court, but he had left with his whole army to ease himself, and for the space of eight months he was thus easing himself in the midst of the golden mountains.(1)

* f(1) Lucian, in his 'Hermotimus,' speaks of these golden mountains as an apocryphal land of wonders and prodigies.

DICAEOPOLIS: And how long was he replacing his dress?

AMBASSADOR: The whole period of a full moon; after which he returned to his palace; then he entertained us and had us served with oxen roasted whole in an oven.

DICAEOPOLIS: Who ever saw an oxen baked in an oven? What a lie!

AMBASSADOR: On my honour, he also had us served with a bird three times as large as Cleonymus,(1) and called the Boaster.

* f(1) Cleonymus was an Athenian general of exceptionally tall stature; Aristophanes incessantly rallies him for his cowardice; he had cast away his buckler in a fight.

DICAEOPOLIS: And do we give you two drachmae, that you should treat us to all this humbug?

AMBASSADOR: We are bringing to you Pseudartabas(1), the King's Eye.

* f(1) A name borne by certain officials of the King of Persia. The actor of this part wore a mask, fitted with a single eye of great size.

DICAEOPOLIS: I would a crow might pluck out thine with his beak, you cursed ambassador!

HERALD: The King's Eye!

DICAEOPOLIS: Eh! Great Gods! Friend, with thy great eye, round like the hole through which the oarsman passes his sweep, you have the air of a galley doubling a cape to gain port.

AMBASSADOR: Come, Pseudartabas, give forth the message for the Athenians with which you were charged by the Great King.

PSEUDARTABAS: Jartaman exarx 'anapissonia satra.(1)

* f(1) Jargon, no doubt meaningless in all languages.

AMBASSADOR: Do you understand what he says?

DICAEOPOLIS: By Apollo, not I!

AMBASSADOR: (TO THE PRYTANES) He says that the Great King will send you gold. Come, utter the word 'gold' louder and more distinctly.

PSEUDARTABAS: Thou shalt not have gold, thou gaping-arsed Ionian.(1)

* f(1) The Persians styled all Greeks 'Ionians' without distinction; here the Athenians are intended.

DICAEOPOLIS: Ah! may the gods forgive me, but that is clear enough!

AMBASSADOR: What does he say?

DICAEOPOLIS: That the Ionians are debauchees and idiots, if they expect to receive gold from the barbarians.

AMBASSADOR: Not so, he speaks of medimni(1) of gold.

* f(1) A Greek measure, containing about six modii.

DICAEOPOLIS: What medimni? Thou are but a great braggart; but get your way; I will find out the truth by myself. Come now, answer me clearly, if you do not wish me to dye your skin red. Will the Great King send us gold? (PSEUDARTABAS MAKES A NEGATIVE SIGN.) Then our ambassadors are seeking to deceive us? (PSEUDARTABAS SIGNS AFFIRMATIVELY.) These fellows make signs like any Greek; I am sure that they are nothing but Athenians. Oh! ho! I recognize one of these eunuchs; it is Clisthenes, the son of Sibyrtius. Behold the effrontery of this shaven rump! How! great baboon, with such a beard do you seek to play the eunuch to us? And this other one? Is it not Straton?

HERALD: Silence! Let all be seated. The Senate invites the King's Eye to the Prytaneum.

DICAEOPOLIS: Is this not sufficient to drive one to hang oneself? Here I stand chilled to the bone, whilst the doors of the Prytaneum fly wide open to lodge such rascals. But I will do something great and bold. Where is Amphitheus? Come and speak with me.

AMPHITHEUS: Here I am.

DICAEOPOLIS: Take these eight drachmae and go and conclude a truce with the Lacedaemonians for me, my wife and my children; I leave you free, my dear citizens, to send out embassies and to stand gaping in the air.

HERALD: Bring in Theorus, who has returned from the Court of Sitalces.(1)

* f(1) King of Thrace.

THEORUS: I am here.

DICAEOPOLIS: Another humbug!

THEORUS: We should not have remained long in Thrace...

DICAEOPOLIS: Forsooth, no, if you had not been well paid.

THEORUS: ...if the country had not been covered with snow; the rivers were ice-bound at the time that Theognis brought out his tragedy here; during the whole of that time I was holding my own with Sitalces, cup in hand; and, in truth, he adored you to such a degree, that he wrote on the walls, "How beautiful are the Athenians!" His son, to whom we gave the freedom of the city, burned with desire to come here and eat chitterlings at the feast of the Apaturia;(1) he prayed his father to come to the aid of his new country and Sitalces swore on his goblet that he would succour us with such a host that the Athenians would exclaim, "What a cloud of grasshoppers!"

* f(1) A feast lasting three days and celebrated during the month Pyanepsion (November). The Greek word contains the suggestion of fraud.

DICAEOPOLIS: May I die if I believe a word of what you tell us! Excepting the grasshoppers, there is not a grain of truth in it all!

THEORUS: And he has sent you the most warlike soldiers of all Thrace.

DICAEOPOLIS: Now we shall begin to see clearly.

HERALD: Come hither, Thracians, whom Theorus brought.

DICAEOPOLIS: What plague have we here?

THEORUS: 'Tis the host of the Odomanti.(1)

* f(1) A Thracian tribe from the right bank of the Strymon.

DICAEOPOLIS: Of the Odomanti? Tell me what it means. Who has mutilated them like this?

THEORUS: If they are given a wage of two drachmae, they will put all Boeotia(1) to fire and sword.

* f(1) The Boeotians were the allies of Sparta.

DICAEOPOLIS: Two drachmae to those circumcised hounds! Groan aloud, ye people of rowers, bulwark of Athens! Ah! great gods! I am undone; these Odomanti are robbing me of my garlic!(1) Will you give me back my garlic?

* f(1) Dicaeopolis had brought a clove of garlic with him to eat during the Assembly.

THEORUS: Oh! wretched man! do not go near them; they have eaten garlic(1).

* f(1) Garlic was given to game-cocks, before setting them at each other, to give them pluck for the fight.

DICAEOPOLIS: Prytanes, will you let me be treated in this manner, in my own country and by barbarians? But I oppose the discussion of paying a wage to the Thracians; I announce an omen; I have just felt a drop of rain.(1)

* f(1) At the lest unfavourable omen, the sitting of the Assembly was declared at an end.

HERALD: Let the Thracians withdraw and return the day after tomorrow; the Prytanes declare the sitting at an end.

DICAEOPOLIS: Ye gods, what garlic I have lost! But here comes Amphitheus returned from Lacedaemon. Welcome, Amphitheus.

AMPHITHEUS: No, there is no welcome for me and I fly as fast as I can, for I am pursued by the Acharnians.

DICAEOPOLIS: Why, what has happened?

AMPHITHEUS: I was hurrying to bring your treaty of truce, but some old dotards from Acharnae(1) got scent of the thing; they are veterans of Marathon, tough as oak or maple, of which they are made for sure--rough and ruthless. They all started a-crying: "Wretch! you are the bearer of a treaty, and the enemy has only just cut our vines!" Meanwhile they were gathering stones in their cloaks, so I fled and they ran after me shouting.

* f(1) The deme of Acharnae was largely inhabited by charcoal-burners, who supplied the city with fuel.

<snip>

AMPHITHEUS: And I shall run away, for I'm mortally afraid of the Acharnians.

<snip>


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DICAEOPOLIS: Xanthias, walk behind the basket-bearer and hold the phallus well erect; I will follow, singing the Phallic hymn; thou, wife, look on from the top of the terrace. Forward! Oh, Phales, companion of the orgies of Bacchus, night reveller, god of adultery, friend of young men, these past six years I have not been able to invoke thee. With what joy I return to my farmstead, thanks to the truce I have concluded, freed from cares, from fighting and from Lamachuses!(4) How much sweeter, oh Phales, oh, Phales, is it to surprise Thratta, the pretty woodmaid, Strymodorus' slave, stealing wood from Mount Phelleus, to catch her under the arms, to throw her on the ground and possess her, Oh, Phales, Phales! If thou wilt drink and bemuse thyself with me, we shall to-morrow consume some good dish in honour of the peace, and I will hang up my buckler over the smoking hearth.

* f(4) Lamachus was an Athenian general, who figures later in this comedy.

CHORUS: It is he, he himself. Stone him, stone him, stone him, strike the wretch. All, all of you, pelt him, pelt him!

DICAEOPOLIS: What is this? By Heracles, you will smash my pot.

CHORUS: It is you that we are stoning, you miserable scoundrel.

DICAEOPOLIS: And for what sin, Acharnian Elders, tell me that!

CHORUS: You ask that, you impudent rascal, traitor to your country; you alone amongst us all have concluded a truce, and you dare to look us in the face!

DICAEOPOLIS: But you do not know WHY I have treated for peace. Listen!

CHORUS: Listen to you? No, no, you are about to die, we will annihilate you with our stones.

DICAEOPOLIS: But first of all, listen. Stop, my friends.

CHORUS: I will hear nothing; do not address me; I hate you more than I do Cleon,(1) whom one day I shall flay to make sandals for the Knights. Listen to your long speeches, after you have treated with the Laconians? No, I will punish you.

* f(1) Cleon the Demagogue was a currier originally by trade. He was the sworn foe and particular detestation of the Knights or aristocratic party generally.

DICAEOPOLIS: Friends, leave the Laconians out of debate and consider only whether I have not done well to conclude my truce.

CHORUS: Done well! when you have treated with a people who know neither gods, nor truth, nor faith.

DICAEOPOLIS: We attribute too much to the Laconians; as for myself, I know that they are not the cause of all our troubles.

CHORUS: Oh, indeed, rascal! You dare to use such language to me and then expect me to spare you!

DICAEOPOLIS: No, no, they are not the cause of all our troubles, and I who address you claim to be able to prove that they have much to complain of in us.

CHORUS: This passes endurance; my heart bounds with fury. Thus you dare to defend our enemies.

DICAEOPOLIS: Were my head on the block I would uphold what I say and rely on the approval of the people.

CHORUS: Comrades, let us hurl our stones and dye this fellow purple.

DICAEOPOLIS: What black fire-brand has inflamed your heart! You will not hear me? You really will not, Acharnians?

CHORUS: No, a thousand times, no.

DICAEOPOLIS: This is a hateful injustice.

CHORUS: May I die, if I listen.

DICAEOPOLIS: Nay, nay! have mercy, have mercy, Acharnians.

CHORUS: You shall die.

DICAEOPOLIS: Well, blood for blood! I will kill your dearest friend. I have here the hostages of Acharnae;(1) I shall disembowel them.

* f(1) That is, the baskets of charcoal.

CHORUS: Acharnians, what means this threat? Has he got one of our children in his house? What gives him such audacity?

DICAEOPOLIS: Stone me, if it please you; I shall avenge myself on this. (SHOWS A BASKET.) Let us see whether you have any love for your coals.

CHORUS: Great Gods! this basket is our fellow-citizen. Stop, stop, in heaven's name!

DICAEOPOLIS: I shall dismember it despite your cries; I will listen to nothing.

CHORUS: How! will you kill this coal-basket, my beloved comrade?

DICAEOPOLIS: Just now, you would not listen to me.

CHORUS: Well, speak now, if you will; tell us, tell us you have a weakness for the Lacedaemonians. I consent to anything; never will I forsake this dear little basket.

DICAEOPOLIS: First, throw down your stones.

CHORUS: There! 'tis done. And you, do put away your sword.

DICAEOPOLIS: Let me see that no stones remain concealed in your cloaks.

CHORUS: They are all on the ground; see how we shake our garments. Come, no haggling, lay down your sword; we threw away everything while crossing from one side of the stage to the other.

<snip>

CHORUS: Well then, bring out a block before your door, scoundrel, and let us hear the good grounds you can give us; I am curious to know them. Now mind, as you proposed yourself, place your head on the block and speak.

<snip>

DICAEOPOLIS: The time has come for me to manifest my courage, so I will go and seek Euripides. Ho! slave, slave!

SLAVE: Who's there?

DICAEOPOLIS: Is Euripides at home?

SLAVE: He is and he isn't; understand that, if you have wit for't.

DICAEOPOLIS: How? He is and he isn't!(1)

* f(1) This whole scene is directed at Euripides; Aristophanes ridicules the subtleties of his poetry and the trickeries of his staging, which, according to him, he only used to attract the less refined among his audience.

SLAVE: Certainly, old man; busy gathering subtle fancies here and there, his mind is not in the house, but he himself is; perched aloft, he is composing a tragedy.

DICAEOPOLIS: Oh, Euripides, you are indeed happy to have a slave so quick at repartee! Now, fellow, call your master.

SLAVE: Impossible!

DICAEOPOLIS: So much the worse. But I will not go. Come, let us knock at the door. Euripides, my little Euripides, my darling Euripides, listen; never had man greater right to your pity. It is Dicaeopolis of the Chollidan Deme who calls you. Do you hear?

EURIPIDES: I have no time to waste.

DICAEOPOLIS: Very well, have yourself wheeled out here.

EURIPIDES: Impossible.

DICAEOPOLIS: Nevertheless...

EURIPIDES: Well, let them roll me out; as to coming down, I have not the time.

DICAEOPOLIS: Euripides....

EURIPIDES: What words strike my ear?

DICAEOPOLIS: You perch aloft to compose tragedies, when you might just as well do them on the ground. I am not astonished at your introducing cripples on the stage. And why dress in these miserable tragic rags? I do not wonder that your heroes are beggars. But, Euripides, on my knees I beseech you, give me the tatters of some old piece; for I have to treat the Chorus to a long speech, and if I do it ill it is all over with me.

EURIPIDES: What rags do you prefer? Those in which I rigged out Aeneus on the stage, that unhappy, miserable old man?

DICAEOPOLIS: No, I want those of some hero still more unfortunate.

EURIPIDES: Of Phoenix, the blind man?

DICAEOPOLIS: No, not of Phoenix, you have another hero more unfortunate than him.

EURIPIDES: Now, what tatters DOES he want? Do you mean those of the beggar Philoctetes?

DICAEOPOLIS: No, of another far more the mendicant.

EURIPIDES: Is it the filthy dress of the lame fellow, Bellerophon?

DICAEOPOLIS: No, 'tis not Bellerophon; he, whom I mean, was not only lame and a beggar, but boastful and a fine speaker.

EURIPIDES: Ah! I know, it is Telephus, the Mysian.

DICAEOPOLIS: Yes, Telephus. Give me his rags, I beg of you.

EURIPIDES: Slave! give him Telephus' tatters; they are on top of the rags of Thyestes and mixed with those of Ino.

SLAVE: Catch hold! here they are.

DICAEOPOLIS: Oh! Zeus, whose eye pierces everywhere and embraces all, permit me to assume the most wretched dress on earth. Euripides, cap your kindness by giving me the little Mysian hat, that goes so well with these tatters. I must to-day have the look of a beggar; "be what I am, but not appear to be";(1) the audience will know well who I am, but the Chorus will be fools enough not to, and I shall dupe 'em with my subtle phrases.

* f(1) Line borrowed from Euripides. A great number of verses are similarly parodied in this scene.

EURIPIDES: I will give you the hat; I love the clever tricks of an ingenious brain like yours.

DICAEOPOLIS: Rest happy, and may it befall Telephus as I wish. Ah! I already feel myself filled with quibbles. But I must have a beggar's staff.

EURIPIDES: Here you are, and now get you gone from this porch.

DICAEOPOLIS: Oh, my soul! You see how you are driven from this house, when I still need so many accessories. But let us be pressing, obstinate, importunate. Euripides, give me a little basket with a lamp alight inside.

EURIPIDES: Whatever do you want such a thing as that for?

DICAEOPOLIS: I do not need it, but I want it all the same.

EURIPIDES: You importune me; get you gone!

DICAEOPOLIS: Alas! may the gods grant you a destiny as brilliant as your mother's.(1)

* f(1) Report said that Euripides' mother had sold vegetables on the market.

EURIPIDES: Leave me in peace.

DICAEOPOLIS: Oh, just a little broken cup.

EURIPIDES: Take it and go and hang yourself. What a tiresome fellow!

DICAEOPOLIS: Ah! you do not know all the pain you cause me. Dear, good Euripides, nothing beyond a small pipkin stoppered with a sponge.

EURIPIDES: Miserable man! You are robbing me of an entire tragedy. Here, take it and be off.

DICAEOPOLIS: I am going, but, great gods! I need one thing more; unless I have it, I am a dead man. Hearken, my little Euripides, only give me this and I go, never to return. For pity's sake, do give me a few small herbs for my basket.

EURIPIDES: You wish to ruin me then. Here, take what you want; but it is all over with my pieces!

DICAEOPOLIS: I won't ask another thing; I'm going. I am too importunate and forget that I rouse against me the hate of kings.--Ah! wretch that I am! I am lost! I have forgotten one thing, without which all the rest is as nothing. Euripides, my excellent Euripides, my dear little Euripides, may I die if I ask you again for the smallest present; only one, the last, absolutely the last; give me some of the chervil your mother left you in her will.

EURIPIDES: Insolent hound! Slave, lock the door!

DICAEOPOLIS: Oh, my soul! I must go away without the chervil. Art thou sensible of the dangerous battle we are about to engage upon in defending the Lacedaemonians? Courage, my soul, we must plunge into the midst of it. Dost thou hesitate and art thou fully steeped in Euripides? That's right! do not falter, my poor heart, and let us risk our head to say what we hold for truth. Courage and boldly to the front. I wonder I am so brave.

CHORUS: What do you purport doing? what are you going to say? What an impudent fellow! what a brazen heart! to dare to stake his head and uphold an opinion contrary to that of us all! And he does not tremble to face this peril. Come, it is you who desired it, speak!

DICAEOPOLIS: Spectators, be not angered if, although I am a beggar, I dare in a Comedy to speak before the people of Athens of the public weal; Comedy too can sometimes discern what is right. I shall not please, but I shall say what is true. Besides, Cleon shall not be able to accuse me of attacking Athens before strangers;(1) we are by ourselves at the festival of the Lenaea; the period when our allies send us their tribute and their soldiers is not yet. Here is only the pure wheat without chaff; as to the resident strangers settled among us, they and the citizens are one, like the straw and the ear.

* f(1) 'The Babylonians' had been produced at a time of year when Athens was crowded with strangers; 'The Acharnians,' on the contrary, was played in December.

DICAEOPOLIS: I detest the Lacedaemonians with all my heart, and may Posidon, the god of Taenarus, cause an earthquake and overturn their dwellings! My vines also have been cut. But come (there are only friends who hear me), why accuse the Laconians of all our woes? Some men (I do not say the city, note particularly that I do not say the city), some wretches, lost in vices, bereft of honour, who were not even citizens of good stamp, but strangers, have accused the Megarians of introducing their produce fraudulently, and not a cucumber, a leveret, a suck[l]ing pig, a clove of garlic, a lump of salt was seen without its being said, "Halloa! these come from Megara," and their being instantly confiscated. Thus far the evil was not serious and we were the only sufferers. But now some young drunkards go to Megara and carry off the courtesan Simaetha; the Megarians, hurt to the quick, run off in turn with two harlots of the house of Aspasia; and so for three gay women Greece is set ablaze. Then Pericles, aflame with ire on his Olympian height, let loose the lightning, caused the thunder to roll, upset Greece and passed an edict, which ran like the song, "That the Megarians be banished both from our land and from our markets and from the sea and from the continent."(3) Meanwhile the Megarians, who were beginning to die of hunger, begged the Lacedaemonians to bring about the abolition of the decree, of which those harlots were the cause; several times we refused their demand; and from that time there was horrible clatter of arms everywhere. You will say that Sparta was wrong, but what should she have done? Answer that. Suppose that a Lacedaemonian had seized a little Seriphian dog on any pretext and had sold it, would you have endured it quietly? Far from it, you would at once have sent three hundred vessels to sea, and what an uproar there would have been through all the city! there 'tis a band of noisy soldiery, here a brawl about the election of a Trierarch; elsewhere pay is being distributed, the Pallas figure-heads are being regilded, crowds are surging under the market porticos, encumbered with wheat that is being measured, wine-skins, oar-leathers, garlic, olives, onions in nets; everywhere are chaplets, sprats, flute-girls, black eyes; in the arsenal bolts are being noisily driven home, sweeps are being made and fitted with leathers; we hear nothing but the sound of whistles, of flutes and fifes to encourage the work-folk. That is what you assuredly would have done, and would not Telephus have done the same? So I come to my general conclusion; we have no common sense.

FIRST SEMI-CHORUS: Oh! wretch! oh! infamous man! You are naught but a beggar and yet you dare to talk to us like this! you insult their worships the informers!

SECOND SEMI-CHORUS: By Posidon! he speaks the truth; he has not lied in a single detail.

FIRST SEMI-CHORUS: But though it be true, need he say it? But you'll have no great cause to be proud of your insolence!

SECOND SEMI-CHORUS: Where are you running to? Don't you move; if you strike this man, I shall be at you.

FIRST SEMI-CHORUS: Lamachus, whose glance flashes lightning, whose plume petrifies thy foes, help! Oh! Lamachus, my friend, the hero of my tribe and all of you, both officers and soldiers, defenders of our walls, come to my aid; else is it all over with me!

LAMACHUS: Whence comes this cry of battle? where must I bring my aid? where must I sow dread? who wants me to uncase my dreadful Gorgon's head?(1)

* f(1) A figure of Medusa's head, forming the centre of Lamachus' shield.

DICAEOPOLIS: Oh, Lamachus, great hero! Your plumes and your cohorts terrify me.

CHORUS: This man, Lamachus, incessantly abuses Athens.

LAMACHUS: You are but a mendicant and you dare to use language of this sort?

DICAEOPOLIS: Oh, brave Lamachus, forgive a beggar who speaks at hazard.

LAMACHUS: But what have you said? Let us hear.

DICAEOPOLIS: I know nothing about it; the sight of weapons makes me dizzy. Oh! I adjure you, take that fearful Gorgon somewhat farther away.

LAMACHUS: There.

DICAEOPOLIS: Now place it face downwards on the ground.

LAMACHUS: It is done.

DICAEOPOLIS: Give me a plume out of your helmet.

LAMACHUS: Here is a feather.

DICAEOPOLIS: And hold my head while I vomit; the plumes have turned my stomach.

LAMACHUS: Hah! what are you proposing to do? do you want to make yourself vomit with this feather?

DICAEOPOLIS: Is it a feather? what bird's? a braggart's?

LAMACHUS: Ah! ah! I will rip you open.

DICAEOPOLIS: No, no, Lamachus! Violence is out of place here! But as you are so strong, why did you not circumcise me? You have all the tools you want for the operation there.

LAMACHUS: A beggar dares thus address a general!

DICAEOPOLIS: How? Am I a beggar?

LAMACHUS: What are you then?

DICAEOPOLIS: Who am I? A good citizen, not ambitious; a soldier, who has fought well since the outbreak of the war, whereas you are but a vile mercenary.

LAMACHUS: They elected me...

DICAEOPOLIS: Yes, three cuckoos did!(1) If I have concluded peace, 'twas disgust that drove me; for I see men with hoary heads in the ranks and young fellows of your age shirking service. Some are in Thrace getting an allowance of three drachmae, such fellows as Tisamenophoenippus and Panurgipparchides. The others are with Chares or in Chaonia, men like Geretotheodorus and Diomialazon; there are some of the same kidney, too, at Camarina and at Gela, the laughing-stock of all and sundry.

* f(1) Indicates the character of his election, which was arranged, so Aristophanes implies, by his partisans.

LAMACHUS: They were elected.

DICAEOPOLIS: And why do you always receive your pay, when none of these others ever gets any? Speak, Marilades, you have grey hair; well then, have you ever been entrusted with a mission? See! he shakes his head. Yet he is an active as well as a prudent man. And you, Dracyllus, Euphorides or Prinides, have you knowledge of Ecbatana or Chaonia? You say no, do you not? Such offices are good for the son of Caesyra and Lamachus, who, but yesterday ruined with debt, never pay their shot, and whom all their friends avoid as foot passengers dodge the folks who empty their slops out of window.

LAMACHUS: Oh! in freedom's name! are such exaggerations to be borne?

DICAEOPOLIS: Lamachus is well content; no doubt he is well paid, you know.

LAMACHUS: But I propose always to war with the Peloponnesians, both at sea, on land and everywhere to make them tremble, and trounce them soundly.

DICAEOPOLIS: For my own part, I make proclamation to all Peloponnesians, Megarians and Boeotians, that to them my markets are open; but I debar Lamachus from entering them.

CHORUS: Convinced by this man's speech, the folk have changed their view and approve him for having concluded peace. But let us prepare for the recital of the parabasis.

* f(1) The 'parabasis' in the Old Comedy was a sort of address or topical harangue addressed directly by the poet, speaking by the Chorus, to the audience. It was nearly always political in bearing, and the subject of the particular piece was for the time being set aside altogether.

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DICAEOPOLIS: These are the confines of my market-place. All Peloponnesians, Megarians, Boeotians, have the right to come and trade here, provided they sell their wares to me and not to Lamachus. As market-inspectors I appoint these three whips of Leprean leather, chosen by lot. Warned away are all informers and all men of Phasis. They are bringing me the pillar on which the treaty is inscribed and I shall erect it in the centre of the market, well in sight of all.

A MEGARIAN: Hail! market of Athens, beloved of Megarians. Let Zeus, the patron of friendship, witness, I regretted you as a mother mourns her son. Come, poor little daughters of an unfortunate father, try to find something to eat; listen to me with the full heed of an empty belly. Which would you prefer? To be sold or to cry with hunger?

DAUGHTERS: To be sold, to be sold!

MEGARIAN: That is my opinion too. But who would make so sorry a deal as to buy you? Ah! I recall me a Megarian trick; I am going to disguise you as little porkers, that I am offering for sale. Fit your hands with these hoofs and take care to appear the issue of a sow of good breed, for, if I am forced to take you back to the house, by Hermes! you will suffer cruelly of hunger! Then fix on these snouts and cram yourselves into this sack. Forget not to grunt and to say wee-wee like the little pigs that are sacrificed in the Mysteries. I must summon Dicaeopolis. Where is be? Dicaeopolis, do you want to buy some nice little porkers?

DICAEOPOLIS: Who are you? a Megarian?

MEGARIAN: I have come to your market.

DICAEOPOLIS: Well, how are things at Megara?(1)

* f(1) Megara was allied to Sparta and suffered during the war more than any other city because of its proximity to Athens.

MEGARIAN: We are crying with hunger at our firesides.

DICAEOPOLIS: The fireside is jolly enough with a piper. But what else is doing at Megara, eh?

MEGARIAN: What else? When I left for the market, the authorities were taking steps to let us die in the quickest manner.

DICAEOPOLIS: That is the best way to get you out of all your troubles.

MEGARIAN: True.

DICAEOPOLIS: What other news of Megara? What is wheat selling at?

MEGARIAN: With us it is valued as highly as the very gods in heaven!

DICAEOPOLIS: Is it salt that you are bringing?

MEGARIAN: Are you not holding back the salt?

DICAEOPOLIS: 'Tis garlic then?

MEGARIAN: What! garlic! do you not at every raid grub up the ground with your pikes to pull out every single head?

DICAEOPOLIS: What DO you bring then?

MEGARIAN: Little sows, like those they immolate at the Mysteries.

DICAEOPOLIS: Ah! very well, show me them.

MEGARIAN: They are very fine; feel their weight. See! how fat and fine.

DICAEOPOLIS: But what is this?

MEGARIAN: A SOW, for a certainty.(1)

* f(1) Throughout this whole scene there is an obscene play upon (a) word which means in Greek both 'sow' and 'a woman's organs of generation.'

DICAEOPOLIS: You say a sow! Of what country, then?

MEGARIAN: From Megara. What! is it not a sow then?

DICAEOPOLIS: No, I don't believe it is.

MEGARIAN: This is too much! what an incredulous man! He says 'tis not a sow; but we will stake, an you will, a measure of salt ground up with thyme, that in good Greek this is called a sow and nothing else.

DICAEOPOLIS: But a sow of the human kind.

MEGARIAN: Without question, by Diocles! of my own breed! Well! What think you? will you hear them squeal?

DICAEOPOLIS: Well, yes, I' faith, I will.

MEGARIAN: Cry quickly, wee sowlet; squeak up, hussy, or by Hermes! I take you back to the house.

GIRL: Wee-wee, wee-wee!

MEGARIAN: Is that a little sow, or not?

DICAEOPOLIS: Yes, it seems so; but let it grow up, and it will be a fine fat bitch.

MEGARIAN: In five years it will be just like its mother.

DICAEOPOLIS: But it cannot be sacrificed.

MEGARIAN: And why not?

DICAEOPOLIS: It has no tail.

MEGARIAN: Because it is quite young, but in good time it will have a big one, thick and red.

DICAEOPOLIS: The two are as like as two peas.

MEGARIAN: They are born of the same father and mother; let them be fattened, let them grow their bristles, and they will be the finest sows you can offer to Aphrodite.

DICAEOPOLIS: But sows are not immolated to Aphrodite.

MEGARIAN: Not sows to Aphrodite! Why, 'tis the only goddess to whom they are offered! the flesh of my sows will be excellent on the spit.

DICAEOPOLIS: Can they eat alone? They no longer need their mother!

MEGARIAN: Certainly not, nor their father.

DICAEOPOLIS: What do they like most?

MEGARIAN: Whatever is given them; but ask for yourself.

DICAEOPOLIS: Speak! little sow.

DAUGHTER: Wee-wee, wee-wee!

DICAEOPOLIS: Can you eat chick-pease?

DAUGHTER: Wee-wee, wee-wee, wee-wee!

DICAEOPOLIS: And Attic figs?

DAUGHTER: Wee-wee, wee-wee!

DICAEOPOLIS: What sharp squeaks at the name of figs. Come, let some figs be brought for these little pigs. Will they eat them? Goodness! how they munch them, what a grinding of teeth, mighty Heracles! I believe those pigs hail from the land of the Voracians. But surely 'tis impossible they have bolted all the figs!

MEGARIAN: Yes, certainly, bar this one that I took from them.

DICAEOPOLIS: Ah! what funny creatures! For what sum will you sell them?

MEGARIAN: I will give you one for a bunch of garlic, and the other, if you like, for a quart measure of salt.

DICAEOPOLIS: I buy them of you. Wait for me here.

MEGARIAN: The deal is done. Hermes, god of good traders, grant I may sell both my wife and my mother in the same way!

AN INFORMER: Hi! fellow, what countryman are you?

MEGARIAN: I am a pig-merchant from Megara.

INFORMER: I shall denounce both your pigs and yourself as public enemies.

MEGARIAN: Ah! here our troubles begin afresh!

INFORMER: Let go that sack. I will punish your Megarian lingo!(1)

* f(1) The Megarians used the Doric dialect.

MEGARIAN: Dicaeopolis, Dicaeopolis, they want to denounce me.

DICAEOPOLIS: Who dares do this thing? Inspectors, drive out the informers. Ah! you offer to enlighten us without a lamp!(1)

* f(1) A play upon (a) word which both means 'to light' and 'to denounce.'

INFORMER: What! I may not denounce our enemies?

DICAEOPOLIS: Have a care for yourself, if you don't go off pretty quick to denounce elsewhere.

MEGARIAN: What a plague to Athens!

DICAEOPOLIS: Be reassured, Megarian. Here is the price for your two swine, the garlic and the salt. Farewell and much happiness!

MEGARIAN: Ah! we never have that amongst us.

DICAEOPOLIS: Well! may the inopportune wish apply to myself.

MEGARIAN: Farewell, dear little sows, and seek, far from your father, to munch your bread with salt, if they give you any.


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DICAEOPOLIS: Ah! good day, Boeotian, eater of good round loaves. What do you bring?

BOEOTIAN: All that is good in Boeotia, marjoram, penny-royal, rush-mats, lamp-wicks, ducks, jays, woodcocks, water-fowl, wrens, divers.

DICAEOPOLIS: 'Tis a very hail of birds that beats down on my market.

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BOEOTIAN: And what will you give me in return?

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DICAEOPOLIS: Phaleric anchovies, pottery?

BOEOTIAN: Anchovies, pottery? But these we have. I want produce that is wanting with us and that is plentiful here.

DICAEOPOLIS: Ah! I have the very thing; take away an Informer, packed up carefully as crockery-ware.

BOEOTIAN: By the twin gods! I should earn big money, if I took one; I would exhibit him as an ape full of spite.

DICAEOPOLIS: Hah! here we have Nicarchus,(1) who comes to denounce you.

* f(1) An informer.

BOEOTIAN: How small he is!

DICAEOPOLIS: But in his case the whole is one mass of ill-nature.

NICARCHUS: Whose are these goods?

DICAEOPOLIS: Mine; they come from Boeotia, I call Zeus to witness.

NICARCHUS: I denounce them as coming from an enemy's country.

BOEOTIAN: What! you declare war against birds?

NICARCHUS: And I am going to denounce you too.

BOEOTIAN: What harm have I done you?

NICARCHUS: I will say it for the benefit of those that listen; you introduce lamp-wicks from an enemy's country.

DICAEOPOLIS: Then you go as far as denouncing a wick.

NICARCHUS: It needs but one to set an arsenal afire.

DICAEOPOLIS: A wick set an arsenal ablaze! But how, great gods?

NICARCHUS: Should a Boeotian attach it to an insect's wing, and, taking advantage of a violent north wind, throw it by means of a tube into the arsenal and the fire once get hold of the vessels, everything would soon be devoured by the flames.

DICAEOPOLIS: Ah! wretch! an insect and a wick devour everything! (HE STRIKES HIM.)

NICARCHUS (TO THE CHORUS) You will bear witness, that he mishandles me.

DICAEOPOLIS: Shut his mouth. Give me some hay; I am going to pack him up like a vase, that he may not get broken on the road.

CHORUS: Pack up your goods carefully, friend; that the stranger may not break it when taking it away.

DICAEOPOLIS: I shall take great care with it, for one would say he is cracked already; he rings with a false note, which the gods abhor.

CHORUS: But what will be done with him?

DICAEOPOLIS: This is a vase good for all purposes; it will be used as a vessel for holding all foul things, a mortar for pounding together law-suits, a lamp for spying upon accounts, and as a cup for the mixing up and poisoning of everything.

CHORUS: None could ever trust a vessel for domestic use that has such a ring about it.

DICAEOPOLIS: Oh! it is strong, my friend, and will never get broken, if care is taken to hang it head downwards.

CHORUS: There! it is well packed now!

BOEOTIAN: Marry, I will proceed to carry off my bundle.

CHORUS: Farewell, worthiest of strangers, take this informer, good for anything, and fling him where you like.

DICAEOPOLIS: Bah! this rogue has given me enough trouble to pack! Here! Boeotian, pick up your pottery.

BOEOTIAN: Stoop, Ismenias, that I may put it on your shoulder, and be very careful with it.

DICAEOPOLIS: You carry nothing worth having; however, take it, for you will profit by your bargain; the Informers will bring you luck.

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CHORUS: I see a man, striding along apace, with knitted brows; he seems to us the bearer of terrible tidings.

HERALD: Oh! toils and battles, 'tis Lamachus!

LAMACHUS: What noise resounds around my dwelling, where shines the glint of arms.

HERALD: The Generals order you forthwith to take your battalions and your plumes, and, despite the snow, to go and guard our borders. They have learnt that a band of Boeotians intend taking advantage of the Feast of Cups to invade our country.

LAMACHUS: Ah! the Generals! they are numerous, but not good for much! It's cruel, not to be able to enjoy the feast!

DICAEOPOLIS: Oh! warlike host of Lamachus!

LAMACHUS: Wretch! do you dare to jeer me?

DICAEOPOLIS: Do you want to fight this four-winged Geryon?

LAMACHUS: Oh! oh! what fearful tidings!

DICAEOPOLIS: Ah! ah! I see another herald running up; what news does he bring me?

HERALD: Dicaeopolis!

DICAEOPOLIS: What is the matter?

HERALD: Come quickly to the feast and bring your basket and your cup; 'tis the priest of Bacchus who invites you. But hasten, the guests have been waiting for you a long while. All is ready--couches, tables, cushions, chaplets, perfumes, dainties and courtesans to boot; biscuits, cakes, sesame-bread, tarts, lovely dancing women, the sweetest charm of the festivity. But come with all haste.

LAMACHUS: Oh! hostile gods!

DICAEOPOLIS: This is not astounding; you have chosen this huge, great ugly Gorgon's head for your patron. You, shut the door, and let someone get ready the meal.

LAMACHUS: Slave! slave! my knapsack!

DICAEOPOLIS: Slave! slave! a basket!

LAMACHUS: Take salt and thyme, slave, and don't forget the onions.

DICAEOPOLIS: Get some fish for me; I cannot bear onions.

LAMACHUS: Slave, wrap me up a little stale salt meat in a fig-leaf.

DICAEOPOLIS: And for me some good greasy tripe in a fig-leaf; I will have it cooked here.

LAMACHUS: Bring me the plumes for my helmet.

DICAEOPOLIS: Bring me wild pigeons and thrushes.

LAMACHUS: How white and beautiful are these ostrich feathers!

DICAEOPOLIS: How fat and well browned is the flesh of this wood-pigeon!

LAMACHUS: Bring me the case for my triple plume.

DICAEOPOLIS: Pass me over that dish of hare.

LAMACHUS: OH! the moths have eaten the hair of my crest.

DICAEOPOLIS: I shall always eat hare before dinner.

LAMACHUS: Hi! friend! try not to scoff at my armor?

DICAEOPOLIS: Hi! friend! will you kindly not stare at my thrushes.

LAMACHUS: Hi! friend! will you kindly not address me.

DICAEOPOLIS: I do not address you; I am scolding my slave. Shall we wager and submit the matter to Lamachus, which of the two is the best to eat, a locust or a thrush?

LAMACHUS: Insolent hound!

DICAEOPOLIS: He much prefers the locusts.

LAMACHUS: Slave, unhook my spear and bring it to me.

DICAEOPOLIS: Slave, slave, take the sausage from the fire and bring it to me.

LAMACHUS: Come, let me draw my spear from its sheath. Hold it, slave, hold it tight.

DICAEOPOLIS: And you, slave, grip, grip well hold of the skewer.

LAMACHUS: Slave, the bracings for my shield.

DICAEOPOLIS: Pull the loaves out of the oven and bring me these bracings of my stomach.

LAMACHUS: My round buckler with the Gorgon's head.

DICAEOPOLIS: My round cheese-cake.

LAMACHUS: What clumsy wit!

DICAEOPOLIS: What delicious cheese-cake!

LAMACHUS: Pour oil on the buckler. Hah! hah! I can see reflected there an old man who will be accused of cowardice.

DICAEOPOLIS: Pour honey on the cake. Hah! hah! I can see an old man who makes Lamachus of the Gorgon's head weep with rage.

LAMACHUS: Slave, full war armour.

DICAEOPOLIS: Slave, my beaker; that is MY armour.

LAMACHUS: With this I hold my ground with any foe.

DICAEOPOLIS: And I with this with any tosspot.

LAMACHUS: Fasten the strappings to the buckler; personally I shall carry the knapsack

DICAEOPOLIS: Pack the dinner well into the basket; personally I shall carry the cloak.

LAMACHUS: Slave, take up the buckler and let's be off. It is snowing! Ah! 'tis a question of facing the winter.

DICAEOPOLIS: Take up the basket, 'tis a question of getting to the feast.

CHORUS: We wish you both joy on your journeys, which differ so much. One goes to mount guard and freeze, while the other will drink, crowned with flowers, and then sleep with a young beauty, who will excite him readily.

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LAMACHUS: Oh! heavens! oh! heavens! What cruel pain! I faint, I tremble! Alas! I die! the foe's lance has struck me! But what would hurt me most would be for Dicaeopolis to see me wounded thus and laugh at my ill-fortune.

DICAEOPOLIS (ENTERS WITH TWO COURTESANS) Oh! my gods! what bosoms! Hard as a quince! Come, my treasures, give me voluptuous kisses! Glue your lips to mine. Haha! I was the first to empty my cup.

LAMACHUS: Oh! cruel fate! how I suffer! accursed wounds!

DICAEOPOLIS: Hah! hah! hail! Knight Lamachus! (EMBRACES LAMACHUS.)

LAMACHUS: By the hostile gods! (BITES DICAEOPOLIS.)

DICAEOPOLIS: Ah! Great gods!

LAMACHUS: Why do you embrace me?

DICAEOPOLIS: And why do you bite me?

LAMACHUS: 'Twas a cruel score I was paying back!

DICAEOPOLIS: Scores are not evened at the Feast of Cups!

LAMACHUS: Oh! Paean, Paean!

DICAEOPOLIS: But to-day is not the feast of Paean.

LAMACHUS: Oh! support my leg, do; ah! hold it tenderly, my friends!

DICAEOPOLIS: And you, my darlings, take hold of this, both of you!

LAMACHUS: This blow with the stone makes me dizzy; my sight grows dim.

DICAEOPOLIS: For myself, I want to get to bed; I am bursting with lustfulness, I want to be bundling in the dark.

LAMACHUS: Carry me to the surgeon Pittalus.

DICAEOPOLIS: Take me to the judges. Where is the king of the feast? The wine-skin is mine!

LAMACHUS: That spear has pierced my bones; what torture I endure!

DICAEOPOLIS: You see this empty cup! I triumph! I triumph!

CHORUS: Old man, I come at your bidding! You triumph! you triumph!

DICAEOPOLIS: Again I have brimmed my cup with unmixed wine and drained it at a draught!

CHORUS: You triumph then, brave champion; thine is the wine-skin!

DICAEOPOLIS: Follow me, singing "Triumph! Triumph!"

CHORUS: Aye! we will sing of thee, thee and thy sacred wine-skin, and we all, as we follow thee, will repeat in thine honour, "Triumph, Triumph!"

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A quiz for those who frequent #virus. Who do you think could play Dicaeopolis best?
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Oh My....i'm not sure I have this much time, but when I do i'll be sure to tell you the answer.
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I would say the first person to say: What delicious cheese-cake!
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