Complete Aristophanes Collection (eBook)

SCENE: THE ORCHESTRA REPRESENTS THE PNYX AT ATHENS; IN THE BACKGROUND ARE THE USUAL HOUSES, THIS TIME THREE IN NUMBER, BELONGING TO DICAEOPOLIS, EURIPIDES, AND LAMACHUS RESPECTIVELY.

Dicaeopolis[alone]

What cares have not gnawed at my heart and how few have been the pleasures in my life! Four, to be exact, while my troubles have been as countless as the grains of sand on the shore! Let me see! of what value to me have been these few pleasures? Ah! I remember that I was delighted in soul when Cleon had to cough up those five talents; I was in ecstasy and I love the Knights for this deed; “it is an honour to Greece.” But the day when I was impatiently awaiting a piece by Aeschylus, what tragic despair it caused me when the herald called, “Theognis, introduce your Chorus!” Just imagine how this blow struck straight at my heart! On the other hand, what joy Dexitheus caused me at the musical competition, when right after Moschus he played a Boeotian melody on the lyre! But this year by contrast! Oh! what deadly torture to hear Chaeris perform the prelude in the Orthian mode!-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 market-place, slipping hither and thither to avoid the vermilioned rope. The Prytanes 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, fart, 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, 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. [The Orchestra begins to fill with people.] But here come the Prytanes, and high time too, for it is midday! There, just as I said, they are pushing and fighting for the front seats.

Herald[officiously]

Step forward, step forward; get within the consecrated area.

Amphitheus[rising]

Has anyone spoken yet?

Herald

Who asks to speak?

Amphitheus

I do.

Herald

Your name?

Amphitheus

Amphitheus.

Herald

Are you not a man?

Amphitheus

No! I am an immortal! Amphitheus was the son of Ceres and Triptolemus; of him was born Celeus, Celeus wedded Phaenerete, my grandmother, whose son was Lycinus, and, being born of him I am an immortal; it is to me alone that the gods have entrusted the duty of treating with the Lacedaemonians. But, citizens, though I am immortal, I am dying of hunger; the Prytanes give me nothing.

Herald[calling]

Officers!

Amphitheus[as the Scythian policemen seize him]

Oh, Triptolemus and Celeus, do ye thus forsake your own blood?

Dicaeopolis[rising]

Prytanes, in expelling this citizen, you are offering an outrage to the Assembly. He only desired to secure peace for us and to sheathe the sword.

[The Scythians release Amphitheus.]

Herald

Sit down! Silence!

Dicaeopolis

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

Herald[ignoring this; loudly]

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[as he perceives the entering ambassadors dressed in the Persian mode]

Oh! oh! By Ecbatana, what a costume!

Ambassador[pompously]

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

Dicaeopolis[aside]

Ah! those poor drachmae!

Ambassador

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

Dicaeopolis[aside]

And I was very much at ease, lying on the straw along the battlements!

Ambassador

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

Dicaeopolis[aside]

Oh, city of Cranaus, thy ambassadors are laughing at thee!

Ambassador

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

Dicaeopolis[aside]

Just as here in Athens, we only esteem the wenchers and pederasts.

Ambassador

At the end of the fourth year we reached the King’s Court, but he had left with his whole army to take a crap, and for the space of eight months he was thus sitting on the can in the midst of the golden mountains.

Dicaeopolis[aside]

And how long did it take him to close his arse? A month?

Ambassador

After this he returned to his palace; then he entertained us and had us served with oxen roasted whole in an oven.

Dicaeopolis[aside]

Who ever saw an ox roasted in an oven? What a lie!

Ambassador

And one day, by Zeus, he also had us served with a bird three times as large as Cleonymus, and called the Hoax.

Dicaeopolis[aside]

And do we give you two drachmae, that you should hoax us thus?

Ambassador

We are bringing to you Pseudartabas, the King’s Eye.

Dicaeopolis

I would a crow might pluck out yours with his beak, you cursed ambassador!

Herald[loudly]

The King’s Eye!

[Enter Pseudartabas, in Persian costume; his mask is one great eye; he is accompanied by two eunuchs.]

Dicaeopolis[as he sees kim]

Good God! Friend, with your 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

I artamane Xarxas apiaona satra.

Ambassador[to Dicaeopolis]

Do you understand what he says?

Dicaeopolis

God, no!

Ambassador[to the Prytanes]

He says that the Great King will send you gold. [to Pseudartabas] Come, utter the word ‘gold’ louder and more distinctly.

Pseudartabas

Thou shalt not have gold, thou gaping-arsed Ionian.

Dicaeopolis

Ah! God help us, but that’s clear enough!

Ambassador

What does he say?

Dicaeopolis

That the Ionians are gaping-arsed, if they expect to receive gold from the barbarians.

Ambassador

Not so, he speaks of bushels of gold.

Dicaeopolis

What bushels? You’re nothing but a wind-bag; get out of the way; I will find out the truth by myself. [to Pseudartabas] 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 and provocative arse! How, you big baboon, with such a beard do you seek to play the eunuch to us? And this other one? Is it not Straton?

Herald

Silence! Sit down! The Senate invites the King’s Eye to the Prytaneum.

[The Ambassadors and Pseudartabas depart.]

Dicaeopolis

Is this not sufficient to drive a man to hang himself? 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 Prytanes, to send out embassies and to stand gaping in the air.

[Amphitheus rushes out.]

Herald

Bring in Theorus, who has returned from the Court of Sitalces.

Theorus[rising; he wears a Thracian costume.]

I am here.

Dicaeopolis[aside]

Another humbug!

Theorus

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

Dicaeopolis

. . . . if you had not been well paid.

Theorus

. . . . if the country had not been covered with snow; the rivers were ice-bound. . . .

Dicaeopolis[aside]