The Eleven Comedies, Volume 1. Аристофан

of their horses' hoofs; they are galloping to our aid. Courage! Repel, attack them, put them to flight.

      CHORUS. Strike, strike the villain, who has spread confusion amongst the ranks of the Knights, this public robber, this yawning gulf of plunder, this devouring Charybdis,31 this villain, this villain, this villain! I cannot say the word too often, for he is a villain a thousand times a day. Come, strike, drive, hurl him over and crush him to pieces; hate him as we hate him; stun him with your blows and your shouts. And beware lest he escape you; he knows the way Eucrates32 took straight to a bran sack for concealment.

      CLEON. Oh! veteran Heliasts,33 brotherhood of the three obols,34 whom I fostered by bawling at random, help me; I am being beaten to death by rebels.

      CHORUS. And 'tis justice; you devour the public funds that all should share in; you treat the officers answerable for the revenue like the fruit of the fig tree, squeezing them to find which are still green or more or less ripe; and, when you find one simple and timid, you force him to come from the Chersonese,35 then you seize him by the middle, throttle him by the neck, while you twist his shoulder back; he falls and you devour him.36 Besides, you know very well how to select from among the citizens those who are as meek as lambs, rich, without guile and loathers of lawsuits.

      CLEON. Eh! what! Knights, are you helping them? But, if I am beaten, 'tis in your cause, for I was going to propose to erect you a statue in the city in memory of your bravery.

      CHORUS. Oh! the impostor! the dull varlet! See! he treats us like old dotards and crawls at our feet to deceive us; but the cunning wherein lies his power shall this time recoil on himself; he trips up himself by resorting to such artifices.

      CLEON. Oh Citizens! oh people! see how these brutes are bursting my belly.

      CHORUS. What shouts! but 'tis this very bawling that incessantly upsets the city!

      SAUSAGE-SELLER. I can shout too—and so loud that you will flee with fear.

      CHORUS. If you shout louder than he does, I will strike up the triumphal hymn; if you surpass him in impudence, the cake is ours.

      CLEON. I denounce this fellow; he has had tasty stews exported from Athens for the Spartan fleet.

      SAUSAGE-SELLER. And I denounce him, who runs into the Prytaneum with empty belly and comes out with it full.

      DEMOSTHENES. And by Zeus! he carries off bread, meat, and fish, which is forbidden. Pericles himself never had this right.

      CLEON. You are travelling the right road to get killed.

      SAUSAGE-SELLER. I'll bawl three times as loud as you.

      CLEON. I will deafen you with my yells.

      SAUSAGE-SELLER. And I you with my bellowing.

      CLEON. I shall calumniate you, if you become a Strategus.37

      SAUSAGE-SELLER. Dog, I will lay your back open with the lash.

      CLEON. I will make you drop your arrogance.

      SAUSAGE-SELLER. I will baffle your machinations.

      CLEON. Dare to look me in the face!

      SAUSAGE-SELLER. I too was brought up in the market-place.

      CLEON. I will cut you to shreds if you whisper a word.

      SAUSAGE-SELLER. I will daub you with dung if you open your mouth.

      CLEON. I own I am a thief; do you admit yourself another.

      SAUSAGE-SELLER. By our Hermes of the market-place, if caught in the act, why, I perjure myself before those who saw me.

      CLEON. These are my own special tricks. I will denounce you to the Prytanes38 as the owner of sacred tripe, that has not paid tithe.

      CHORUS. Oh! you scoundrel! you impudent bawler! everything is filled with your daring, all Attica, the Assembly, the Treasury, the decrees, the tribunals. As a furious torrent you have overthrown our city; your outcries have deafened Athens and, posted upon a high rock, you have lain in wait for the tribute moneys as the fisherman does for the tunny-fish.

      CLEON. I know your tricks; 'tis an old plot resoled.39

      SAUSAGE-SELLER. If you know naught of soling, I understand nothing of sausages; you, who cut bad leather on the slant to make it look stout and deceive the country yokels. They had not worn it a day before it had stretched some two spans.

      DEMOSTHENES 'Tis the very trick he served me; both my neighbours and my friends laughed heartily at me, and before I reached Pergasae40 I was swimming in my shoes.

      CHORUS. Have you not always shown that blatant impudence, which is the sole strength of our orators? You push it so far, that you, the head of the State, dare to milk the purses of the opulent aliens and, at sight of you, the son of Hippodamus41 melts into tears. But here is another man, who gives me pleasure, for he is a much greater rascal than you; he will overthrow you; 'tis easy to see, that he will beat you in roguery, in brazenness and in clever turns. Come, you, who have been brought up among the class which to-day gives us all our great men, show us that a liberal education is mere tomfoolery.

      SAUSAGE-SELLER. Just hear what sort of fellow that fine citizen is.

      CLEON. Will you not let me speak?

      SAUSAGE-SELLER. Assuredly not, for I also am a sad rascal.

      CHORUS. If he does not give in at that, tell him your parents were sad rascals too.

      CLEON. Once more, will you not let me speak?

      SAUSAGE-SELLER. No, by Zeus!

      CLEON. Yes, by Zeus, but you shall!

      SAUSAGE-SELLER. No, by Posidon! We will fight first to see who shall speak first.

      CLEON. I will die sooner.

      SAUSAGE-SELLER. I will not let you….

      CHORUS. Let him, in the name of the gods, let him die.

      CLEON. What makes you so bold as to dare to speak to my face?

      SAUSAGE-SELLER. 'Tis that I know both how to speak and how to cook.

      CLEON. Hah! the fine speaker! Truly, if some business matter fell your way, you would know thoroughly well how to attack it, to carve it up alive! Shall I tell you what has happened to you? Like so many others, you have gained some petty lawsuit against some alien.42 Did you drink enough water to inspire you? Did you mutter over the thing sufficiently through the night, spout it along the street, recite it to all you met? Have you bored your friends enough with it? 'Tis then for this you deem yourself an orator. Ah! poor fool!

      SAUSAGE-SELLER. And what do you drink yourself then, to be able all alone by yourself to dumbfound and stupefy the city so with your clamour?

      CLEON. Can you match me with a rival? Me! When I have devoured a good hot tunny-fish and drunk on top of it a great jar of unmixed wine, I hold up the Generals of Pylos to public scorn.

      SAUSAGE-SELLER. And I, when I have bolted the tripe of an ox together with a sow's belly and swallowed the broth as well, I am fit, though slobbering with grease, to bellow louder than all orators and to terrify Nicias.

      CHORUS. I admire your language so much; the only thing I do not approve is that you swallow all the broth yourself.

      CLEON. E'en though you gorged yourself on sea-dogs, you would not beat the Milesians.

      SAUSAGE-SELLER. Give me a bullock's breast to devour, and I am a man to traffic in mines.43

      CLEON.

31

The famous whirlpool, near Sicily.

32

Eucrates, the oakum-seller, already mentioned, when the object of a riot, took refuge in a mill and there hid himself in a sack of bran.

33

The chief Athenian tribunal only next in dignity to the Areopagus; it generally consisted of two hundred members; it tried civil cases of the greatest importance and some crimes beyond the competence of other courts, e.g. rape, adultery, extortion. The sittings were in the open air, hence the name ([Greek: _Elios], the sun).

34

The Heliasts' salary. (See above.)

35

Tributary to Athens; Olynthus and Potidaea were the chief towns of this important Peninsula.

36

Meaning he frightens him with the menace of judicial prosecution forces him to purchase silence.

37

The strategi were the heads of the military forces.

38

They presided at the Public Assemblies; they were also empowered to try the most important cases.

39

An allusion to Cleon's former calling.

40

A country deme of Attica.

41

Archeptolemus, a resident alien, who lived in Piraeus. He had loaded Athens with gifts and was nevertheless maltreated by Cleon.

42

This was easier than against a citizen because of the inferiority, in which the pride of the Athenian held those born on other soil.

43

When drunk he conceives himself rich and the man to buy up the rich silver mines of Laurium, in south-east Attica.