Cleon —
I denounce this traitor here for sailing on clandestine trips, With supplies of tripe and stuffing to careen the Spartan
board;
Running in without a lading to return completely stored !
I denounce this traitor here for sailing on clandestine trips, With supplies of tripe and stuffing to careen the Spartan
board;
Running in without a lading to return completely stored !
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450 and 446, and died not later than b.
c.
380.
Little is known of his personal history beyond the allusions in his own works.
His first comedy, the "Banqueters," appeared in b.
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427, and was followed by oyer forty others, of which there are extant only eleven: "Acharnians," "Knights," "Clouds," "Wasps," "Peace," "Birds," " Lysistrata," " Thesmophoriazusae," "Progs," " Ecclesiazusm," and " Plutus.
" Aristophanes is the sole extant representative of the so-called Old Comedy of Athens.
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Demus, an old citizen of Athens, and in whom the Athenian people are personified = the John Bull or Uncle Sam of Athens.
Demosthenes > two leading generals of Athens during the Peloponnesian Nioias ) War, represented as slaves of Demus. J
Cleon, a tanner (the Paphlagonian, from ira<£Aa£a), mouth or foam),
steward to Demus and the leading democratic politician of Athens. Sausage Seller (afterward Agoraoritus).
Chorus of Knights.
Scene: Space before Demus' House.
After a noise of lashes and screams from behind the scenes, Demos thenes and Nioias enter in the dress of slaves.
Demosthenes —
Out ! out alas t what a scandal ! what a shame !
May Jove in his utter wrath crush and confound
That rascally new-bought Paphlagonian slave !
For from the very first day that he came — — Brought here for a plague and a mischief amongst us all We're beaten and abused continually.
Nicias [whimpering] —
I say so too, with all my heart I do,
A rascal, with his scandals and his lies ! A rascally Paphlagonian ! so he is !
Demosthenes —
Well, come now, if you like, I'll state your case
To the audience here before us. [To the audience. ] Here
are we
A couple of servants — with a master at home Next door to the hustings — He's a man in years,
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A kind of bean-fed1 husky, testy character, Choleric and brutal at times, and partly deaf. It's near about a month now that he went And bought a slave out of a tanner's yard,
A Paphlagonian born, and brought him home,
As wicked a slanderous wretch as ever lived. This fellow, the Paphlagonian, has found out The blind side of our master's understanding. Moreover, when we get things out of compliment As a present from our master, he contrives
To snatch 'em and serve 'em up before our faces.
I'd made a Spartan cake at Pylos lately,8
And mixed and kneaded it well, and watched the baking ; But he stole round before me and served it up :
And he never allows us to come near our master
To speak a word ; but stands behind his back
At mealtimes, with a monstrous leather flyflap,
Slapping and whisking it round and rapping us off. [Turning to Nicias] —
So now, my worthy fellow, we must take
A fixed determination. Where's the Paphlagonian ?
Nicias — —
He's fast asleep
On a heap of hides — the rascal ! with a belly full With a hash of confiscations half digested.
within there, on his back,
Demosthenes —
That's well ! — Now fill me a hearty, lusty draught.
Nicias —
Make the libation first, and drink this cup To the good Genius. —
Demosthenes [after a long draught]
O most worthy Genius !
Good Genius ! 'tis your genius that inspires me ! [Demosthenes remains in a sort of drunken burlesque ecstasy. Nicias —
Why, what's the matter ?
Demosthenes — I'm inspired to tell you
That you must steal the Paphlagonian's oracles
Whilst he's asleep.
Nicias — Oh dear, then, I'm afraid.
1 Allusion to the beans used in balloting.
[Exit Nicias.
8 After Demosthenes had blockaded four hundred of the principal citizens of Sparta in an island in the bay of Pylos, Cleon was sent to supersede him. Aided by the advice of Demosthenes, whom he retained as his lieutenant, he compelled the Spartans to surrender.
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Demosthenes —
Come, I must meditate, and consult my pitcher ; And moisten my understanding a little more.
[Wliile Nicias is absent, Demosthenes is drinking repeatedly and getting drunk. —
Nicias [reentering with a packet]
How fast asleep the Paphlagonian was !
How mortally, Lord bless me ! did he snore ! However, I've contrived to carry off
The sacred Oracle that he kept so secret.
I've stolen it from him.
Demosthenes [very drunk] — That's my clever fellow !
Here, give us hold ;
Ay, there it
I must read them.
— [ With the papers in his hand.
you rascally Paphlagonian This was the prophecy that you kept so secret.
Nicias —
What's there?
Demosthenes — Why, there's thing to ruin him, With the manner of his destruction all foretold.
Nicias — As how
Demosthenes [very drunk] —
Why, the Oracle tells you how, distinctly,
And all about — in perspicuous manner — That jobber in hemp and flax first ordained To hold the administration of affairs. 1
Nicias —
Well, there's one jobber. Who's the next? Readonl
Demosthenes —
A cattle jobber must succeed to him. 1
Nicias — —
More jobbers well then what becomes of him
Demosthenes —
He, too, shall prosper, till viler rascal
Shall be raised up and shall prevail against him, In the person of Paphlagonian tanner,
A loud, rapacious, leather-selling ruffian.
Nicias —
Is foretold, then, that the cattle jobber Must be destroyed by the seller of leather
Demosthenes — Yes.
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Mcias —
Oh, dear ! our sellers and jobbers are at an end.
Demosthenes —
Not yet ; there's still another to succeed him, Of a most uncommon notable occupation.
Nicias —
Who's that ?
Do tell me !
Must I ?
To be sure —
Demosthenes — Nicios— — Demosthenes
A sausage seller it is that supersedes him. Nieias —
A sausage seller ! marvelous, indeed !
Most wonderful ! But where can he be found ? Demosthenes —
We must seek him out.
Nicios — But see there, where he comes !
Sent hither providentially, as it were ! Demosthenes —
O happy man ! celestial sausage seller !
Friend, guardian, and protector of us all :
Come forward ; save your friends, and save the country.
Sausage Seller — Do you call me ?
Demosthenes — Yes, we called to you to announce The high and happy destiny that awaits you.
Nicios —
Come now, you should set him free from the incumbrance Of his table and basket ; and explain to him
The tenor and the purport of the Oracle,
While I go back to watch the Paphlagonian.
[Exit Nicias. Demosthenes [to the Sausagh Seller, gravely] —
Set these poor wares aside ; and now, — bow down
To the ground ; and adore the powers of earth and heaven. Sausage Seller —
Heyday ! Why, what do you mean ?
Demosthenes — O happy man !
Unconscious of your glorious destiny,
Now mean and unregarded ; but to-morrow, The mightiest of the mighty, Lord of Athens !
Sausage Seller —
Come, master, what's the use of making game ? Why can't ye let me wash the guts and tripe, And sell my sausages in peace and quiet ?
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Demosthenes —
O simple mortal, cast these thoughts aside !
Bid guts and tripe farewell ! — Look there ! — Behold
[Pointing to the audience. The mighty assembled multitude before ye !
Sausage Seller [with a grumble of indifference] — Isee 'em. —
Demosthenes You shall be their lord and master, The sovereign and ruler of them all,
Of the assemblies and tribunals, fleets and armies. You shall trample down the Senate underfoot, Confound and crush the generals and commanders, Arrest, imprison, and confine in irons.
Sausage Seller — What I? —
Demosthenes YeB, you ; because the Oracle Predestines you to sovereign power and greatness.
Sausage Seller —
Are there any means of making a great man Of a sausage-making fellow such as I ?
Demosthenes —
The very means you have must make ye so,
Low breeding, vulgar birth, and impudence,
These, these must make ye what you're meant to be.
Sausage Seller —
I can't imagine that I'm good for much.
Demosthenes —
Alas ! But why do you say so ? What's the meaning Of these misgivings ? Tell me, are ye allied
To the families of the gentry ?
Sausage Seller — Naugh, not I. I'm of the lower order.
Demosthenes — What happiness ! —
What a footing it will give ye ! What a groundwork For confidence and favor at the outset.
Sausage Seller —
But bless ye ! only consider my education ! I can but barely read — in a kind of way.
Demosthenes —
That makes against ye ! — the only thing against ye — The being able to read in any way,
For now no lead nor influence is allowed
To liberal arts or learned education,
But to the brutal, base, and underbred.
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Sausage Seller —
Still, I'm partly doubtful how I could Contrive to manage an administration.
Demosthenes —
The easiest thing in nature ! — nothing easier ! Stick to your present practice : follow it up
In your new calling. Mangle, mince, and mash, Confound and hack and jumble things together ! And interlard your rhetoric with lumps
Of mawkish, sweet, and greasy flattery.
Be fulsome, coarse, and bloody ! — For the rest, All qualities combine, all circumstances.
To entitle and equip you for command,
A filthy voice, a villainous countenance,
A vulgar birth and parentage and breeding. Place then this chaplet on your brow and rouse Your spirits to meet him.
Sausage Seller — Ay, but who will help me ? For all our wealthier people are alarmed
And terrified at him ; and the meaner sort
In a manner stupefied, grown dull and dumb.
Demosthenes —
Why there's a thousand lusty cavaliers,
Ready to back you, that detest and scorn him ; And every worthy, well-born citizen ;
And every candid, critical spectator ;
And I myself ; and the help of Heaven to boot. —
Nicias [in alarm from behind the scenes] —
Oh dear ! oh dear ! the Paphlagonian's coming.
Cleon — Enter Cleoit with a furious look and voice.
By heaven and earth ! you shall abide it dearly,
With your conspiracies and daily plots
Against the sovereign people ! Hah ! what's this ? — Dogs ! villains ! every soul of ye shall die.
Demosthenes —
Where are ye going ? Where are ye running ? Stop ! Stand firm, my noble, valiant sausage seller !
Never betray the cause. Your friends are nigh.
[During the last lines the Chorus of Knights are entering.
sight !
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[ The Sausage Seller runs off in a fright.
[To the Chorus] —
Cavaliers and noble captains, now's the time! advance in
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March in order — make the movement, and outflank him on the right ! —
[To the Sausage Seller]
There I see them bustling, hasting! — only turn and make a
stand,
Stop but only for a moment, your allies are hard at hand. [The Chorus, after occupying their position in the orchestra,
begin their attack on Cleon. ] Chorus —
Close around him and confound him, the confounder of us all. Pelt and pummel him and maul him; rummage, ransack,
overhaul him,
Overbear him and out-bawl him; bear him down and bring
him under.
Bellow, like a burst of thunder, robber! harpy! sink of
plunder !
Rogue and villain! rogue and cheat! rogue and villain I
repeat !
Oftener than I can repeat has the rogue and villain cheated. Close around him left and right spit upon him, spurn and
smite
Spit upon him as you see spurn and spit at him like me.
Clean —
Yes assault, insult, abuse me this the return find
For the noble testimony, the memorial designed
Meaning to propose proposals for monument of stone,
On the which your late achievements should be carved and
neatly done. Chorus —
Out, away with him the slave the pompous, empty, fawning knave
Pelt him here and bang him there and here and there and everywhere.
Cleon —
Save me, neighbors oh, the monsters
my breast Chorus —
What you're forced to call for help pest!
my side, my back, you overbearing, brutal
—
If in bawling you surpass him, you'll achieve victor's crown If again you overmatch him in impudence, the day's your own.
Sausage Seller [turning back towards Cleon]
I'll astound you with my noise, with my bawling looks and
voice. Chorus —
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Cleon —
I denounce this traitor here for sailing on clandestine trips, With supplies of tripe and stuffing to careen the Spartan
board;
Running in without a lading to return completely stored !
Chorus —.
Yes ! and smuggles out moreover loaves and luncheons not a
ships. — Sausage Seller
I denounce then and accuse him for a greater worse abuse : That he steers his empty paunch and anchors at the public
few,
More than ever Pericles, in all his pride, presumed to do.
Cleon [in a thundering tone] —
Dogs and villains, you shall die !
Sausage Seller [in a still louder tone] —
I can scream ten times as high. Cleon —
Ay !
I'll overbear ye and out-bawl ye. Sausage Seller —
But I'll out-scream ye and out-squall ye. Cleon —
What ! do you venture to invade
My proper calling and my trade ? Chorus to Cleon —
Even in your tender years, And your early disposition, You betrayed an inward sense Of the conscious impudence Which constitutes a politician.
Hence you squeeze and drain alone the rich milch kine of our allies ;
Whilst the son of Hippodamus licks his lips with longing eyes.
But now with eager rapture we behold A mighty miscreant of baser mold !
A more consummate ruffian !
An energetic, ardent ragamuffin !
Behold him there ! — He stands before your eyes To bear you down, with a superior frown,
A fiercer stare,
And more incessant and exhaustless lies.
[2b the Sausage Seller'] —
Now then do you that boast a birth from whence you might
inherit,
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And from your breeding have derived a manhood and a spirit Unbroken by the rules of art, untamed by education,
Show forth the native impudence and vigor of the nation !
Sausage Seller —
Well; if you like then, I'll describe the nature of him
clearly,
The kind of rogue I've known him for.
Cleon — My friend, you're somewhat early. First give me leave to speak.
Saumge Seller — I won't, by Jove ! Ay, you may bellow ! I'll make you know before I go that I'm the baser fellow.
Chorus —
Ay ! stand to that ! Stick to the point ; and for a further
Say that your family were base time out of mind before ye. Cleon —
Let me speak first.
Sausage Seller — Cleon —
Sausage Seller — Cleon —
I won't.
You shall, by Jove ! ,
By Jupiter, I shall burst with rage !
Sausage Seller"- No matter, I'll prevent you. Chorus —
No, don't prevent, for Heaven's sake ! don't hinder him from bursting.
Cleon —
I'll have ye pilloried in a trice.
Sausage Seller —
I'll have you tried for cowardice.
Cleon —
I'll tan your hide to cover seats.
Sausage Seller —
Yours shall be made a purse for cheats The luckiest skin that could be found.
Cleon —
Dog, I'll pin you to the ground With ten thousand tenter-hooks.
Sausage Seller —
I'll prepare you for the cooks,
Neatly prepared, with skewers and lard.
Cleon —
I'll pluck your eyebrows off,
I will. I'll cut your collops out, I will.
Sausage Seller —
I won't, by Jove, though !
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[A scuffle ensues between the two rivals, in which the Sausage Seller has the best of it.
Clean [released and recovering himself]: —
May I never eat a slice at any public sacrifice,
If your effrontery and pretense shall daunt my steadfast im
pudence. — Sausage Seller [to the Chorus]
Oh, there were many pretty tricks I practiced as a child ; Haunting about the butchers' shops, the weather being mild, " See, boys," says I, " the swallow there ! Why, summer's
come, I say. "
And when they turned to gape and stare, I snatched a steak
away. Chorus —
A clever lad you must have been, you managed matters rarely,
To steal at such an early age, so seasonable and fairly ! Sausage Seller —
But if by chance they spied contrived to hide handily, Clapping in between my hams, tight and close and even, Calling on all the powers above and all the gods in heaven And there stood and made good with staring and for
swearing
So that statesman wise and good, ruler shrewd and witty, Was heard to say, " That boy one day will surely rule the
city. " Chorus —
'Twas fairly guessed, by the true test, by your address and daring.
First in stealing, then concealing, and again in swearing. Cleon —
I'll settle ye yes, both of ye The storm of elocution
Is rising here within my breast, to drive ye to confusion, And with wild commotion overwhelm the land and ocean.
Sausage Seller —
But I'll denounce ye And I'll trounce ye.
Cleon —
Go for paltry vulgar slave.
Sausage Seller —
Get out for designing slave.
Chorus —
Give him back the cuff you got
Cleon —
Murder Help A plot A plot I'm assaulted and beset
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Chorus —
Strike him harder ! harder yet !
Pelt him — Rap him !
Slash him — Slap him
Across the chops there, with a wipe
Of your entrails and your tripe.
Keep him down. The day's your own.
O cleverest of human kind ! the stoutest and the boldest, The savior of the state and us, the friends that thou be-
holdest ;
No words can speak our gratitude ; all praise appears too little. You've fairly done the rascal up; you've nicked him to a
tittle. Cleon —
Now I'll set off this instant to the Senate,
To inform them of your conspiracies and treasons.
By Hercules, I'll have ye crucified ! Chorus [to the Sausage Seller] —
[Exit Cleon.
[Exit.
Rouse up your powers !
You swindled and forswore as you profess,
The time is come to show it. Now this instant He's hurrying headlong to the senate house
To accuse us all, to storm and rage and rave.
Sausage Seller — Well, I'll be off.
Chorus — Sausage Seller — Chorus —
Make haste.
Why, so I do.
Say what was the result of your attempt. Sausage Seller —
If ever in your youth
Drive at him and denounce him !
Show blood and game.
Dash at his comb, his coxcomb; cuff it soundly ! Peck, scratch and tear, conculcate, clapper, claw ! And then return in glory to your friends.
[Ee'entrance of the Sausage Seller. O best of men ! thou tightest, heartiest fellow !
Ay, ay — it's well worth hearing, I can tell ye ;
I followed after him to the senate house ;
And there was he roaring his biggest words
To crush the cavaliers, calling them traitors, Conspirators — what not ? There sat the Senate, With their arms folded and their eyebrows bent, Like persons utterly humbugged and bamboozled. Seeing the state of things, I paused awhile, Praying in secret with an under voice : —
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" Ye influential, impudential Powers
Of sauciness and jabber, slang and jaw!
Ye spirits of the market place and street,
Where I was reared and bred — befriend me now!
Grant me a voluble utterance and a vast, "
Unbounded voice, and steadfast impudence !
Then burst I through the crowd and bustled up,
And bolted in at the wicket, and bawled out : —
" News ! news ! I've brought you news ! the best of news ! Yes, senators, since first the war began,
There never has been known, till now — this morning,
Such a haul of pilchards. " Then they smiled, and seemed All tranquilized and placid at the prospect
Of pilchards being likely to be cheap.
I then proceeded and proposed a vote
To meet the emergence secretly and suddenly :
To seize at once the trays of all the workmen,
And go with them to market to buy pilchards
Before the price was raised. Immediately
They applauded, and sat gaping all together,
Attentive and admiring. He perceived it ;
And framed a motion suited, as he thought,
To the temper of the assembly. " I move," says he,
" That, on occasion of this happy news,
We should proclaim a general thanksgiving,
With a festival moreover, and a sacrifice
Of a hundred head of oxen to the goddess. "
Then, seeing he meant to drive me to the wall
With his hundred oxen, I overbid him at once,
And said, " Two hundred ! " and proposed a vow
" For a thousand goats to be offered to Diana,
Whenever sprats should fall to forty a penny. "
With that the Senate smiled on me again,
And he grew stupefied and lost and stammering ;
And, attempting to interrupt the current business,
Was called to order and silence, and put down.
[Enter Cleon. ]
Cleon —
May I perish and rot, but I'll consume and ruin ye ; I'll leave no trick, no scheme untried, to do it.
Sausage Seller —
It makes me laugh, it amuses one to see him
Bluster and storm !
I whistle and snap my fingers.
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Cleon —
You sha'n't insult me, as you did before the Senate. Come, come before the Assembly.
Sausage Seller [coolly and dryly] —
Ay, yes ; why not ?
With all my heart ! Let's go there. What should hinder us ?
The scene is supposed to be in front of Demus' house.
Cleon —
My dear, good Demus, do step out a moment !
Sausage Seller —
My dearest little Demus, do step out !
Demus —
Who's there ? Keep off ! What a racket you are making ! Bawling and caterwauling about the door,
To affront the house and scandalize the neighbors.
Cleon —
Come out ; do you see yourself how I'm insulted ?
Demus —
O my poor Paphlagonian ! What's the matter ? Who has insulted you ?
Cleon — I'm waylaid and beaten,
By that rogue there, and the rakehelly young fellows, All for your sake.
Demus — How so? Cleon —
Because I love you, And court you, and wait on you to win your favor.
Demus —
And you there, sirrah ! Tell me what are you ?
Sausage Seller [very rapidly and eagerly] —
A lover of yours and a rival of his, this long time,
That have wished to oblige ye and serve ye in every way. And many there are besides, good gentlefolks,
That adore ye, and wish to pay their court to ye,
But he contrives to baffle and drive them off.
In short, you're like the silly, spendthrift heirs,
That keep away from civil, well-bred company
To pass their time with grooms and low companions, Cobblers and curriers, tanners, and such like,
Cleon —
Well, Demus, call an assembly then directly
To decide between us which is your best friend ; And when you've settled fix and keep to him.
Tlie scene changes and discovers the Pnyx with Cleon on the bema in an oratorical attitude.
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Cleon —
To Minerva the sovereign goddess I call,
Our guide and defender, the hope of us all ;
With a prayer and a vow, — that even as now —
If I'm truly your friend, unto my life's end,
I may dine in the hall, doing nothing at all !
But if I despise you, or ever advise you
Against what is best for your comfort and rest ;
Or neglect to attend you, defend you, befriend you, — May I perish and pine; may this carcass of mine Be withered and dried, and curried beside ;
And straps for your harness cut out from the hide.
Sausage Seller —
Then, Demus — if I tell a word of a lie,
If any man more can dote and adore,
With so tender a care, I make it my prayer,
My prayer and my wish — to be stewed in a dish ; To be sliced and slashed, minced and hashed,
And the offal remains that are left by the cook, Dragged out to the grave with my own flesh hook.
Cleon —
O Demus. Has any man shown such a zeal, Such a passion as I for the general weal ? Racking and screwing offenders to ruin;
With torture and threats extorting your debts.
Sausage Seller —
All this I
With ease and dispatch ;
And supply you with loaves from another man's batch, — But now to detect his saucy neglect —
He leaves you to rest on a seat of the rock
Naked and bare, without comfort or care,
Whilst I — Look ye there ! — have quilted and wadded And tufted and padded this cushion so neat
To serve for your seat ! Rise now, let me slip
It there under your hip, that, on board of the ship,
With the toil of the oar, was blistered and sore,
Enduring the burden and heat of the day
At the battle of Salamis working away.
can do, and more handily too,
I can pilfer and snatch,
Demus —
Whence was it you came ? Oh, tell me your name — Tour name and your birth ; for your kindness and worth Bespeak you indeed of a patriot breed ;
Of the race of Harmodius sure you must be,
So popular, gracious, and friendly to me.
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Clean —
Can he win you with ease with such trifles as these ?
Sausage Seller —
With easier trifles, you manage to please.
Cleon —
This is horrible quite, and his slander and spite Has no motive in view but my friendship for you, My zeal —
Demus —
There, have done with your slang and your stuff, You've cheated and choused and cajoled me enough.
Sausage Seller —
My dear little Demus ! you'll find it is true, He behaves like a wretch and a villain to you; He haunts your gardens and there he plies, Cropping the sprouts of the young supplies, Munching and crunching enormous rations
Of public sales and confiscations.
The struggle between the rivals now begins in good ear nest. It is a contest of presents to Demus, chiefly of a culinary character, and that everlasting dish, the affair at Pylos, is again served up to the cantankerous old man, whom the poet seems determined to disgust with the only exploit which Cleon ever accomplished. The Sausage Seller has the advan tage in presents for some time, until he is alarmed by learn ing that Cleon has got a fine dish of hare for Demus. He is disconcerted at first, and then has recourse to a stratagem. "Some ambassadors came this way to me," he says, "and their
purses seem well filled" "Where are they? " exclaims Cleon eagerly, turning round. The hare flesh is immediately in the hands of his rival, who presents the dainty in his own name to Demus. Cleon is naturally indignant. "I had all the trouble of catching the hare," he cries. " And I had all the trouble of dressing it," retorts the Sausage Seller. " Fools," says the practical Demus, " I care not who caught it, or who dressed it ; all I regard is the hand which served it up at table. " Cleon loses ground more and more. His rival pro poses a new test of affection. " Let our chests be searched," says he. "It will then be seen who is the better man to Demus and his stomach. " This is done, and the chest of the new candidate is found empty. " Because," says he, " I have given dear little Demus everything. " In Cleon's there is
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abundance of all good things, and a tempting cheese"cake particularly excites Demus' surprise. " The rogue ! he cries, "to conceal such a prodigious cheese cake as this, and to have cut me off a mere morsel of it ; and that, too, after I had made him a present of a crown and many other things beside. " Cleon has to take off the crown (or garland) and place it on the head of his enemy. The Sausage Seller, who has now adopted the name of Agoracritus, is no sooner in power than he feeds up Demus and treats him to such a regi men that the old man becomes strong and young again. He is once more the manly, splendid fellow he was in the days of Marathon and Salamis. Of course all this has reference to the military and political events of the time.
Agoracritus (the Sausage Seller) and Chorus.
Chorus —
O thou, the protector and hope of the state,
Of the isles and allies of the city, relate What happy event do you call us to greet, With bonfire and sacrifice filling the street ?
Agoracritus —
Old Demus within has molted his skin.
I've cooked him and stewed him to render him stronger, Many years younger, and shabby no longer.
Chorus —
O what a change ! How sudden and strange ! But where is he now ?
Agoracritus — On the citadel's brow, In the lofty old town of immortal renown, With the noble Ionian violet crown.
Chorus —
What was his vesture, his figure and gesture ? How did you leave him, and how does he look ?
Agoracritus —
Joyous and bold, as when feasting of old
When his battles were ended, triumphant and splendid, With Miltiades sitting carousing at rest,
Or good Aristides, his favorite guest.
Demus, an old citizen of Athens, and in whom the Athenian people are personified = the John Bull or Uncle Sam of Athens.
Demosthenes > two leading generals of Athens during the Peloponnesian Nioias ) War, represented as slaves of Demus. J
Cleon, a tanner (the Paphlagonian, from ira<£Aa£a), mouth or foam),
steward to Demus and the leading democratic politician of Athens. Sausage Seller (afterward Agoraoritus).
Chorus of Knights.
Scene: Space before Demus' House.
After a noise of lashes and screams from behind the scenes, Demos thenes and Nioias enter in the dress of slaves.
Demosthenes —
Out ! out alas t what a scandal ! what a shame !
May Jove in his utter wrath crush and confound
That rascally new-bought Paphlagonian slave !
For from the very first day that he came — — Brought here for a plague and a mischief amongst us all We're beaten and abused continually.
Nicias [whimpering] —
I say so too, with all my heart I do,
A rascal, with his scandals and his lies ! A rascally Paphlagonian ! so he is !
Demosthenes —
Well, come now, if you like, I'll state your case
To the audience here before us. [To the audience. ] Here
are we
A couple of servants — with a master at home Next door to the hustings — He's a man in years,
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A kind of bean-fed1 husky, testy character, Choleric and brutal at times, and partly deaf. It's near about a month now that he went And bought a slave out of a tanner's yard,
A Paphlagonian born, and brought him home,
As wicked a slanderous wretch as ever lived. This fellow, the Paphlagonian, has found out The blind side of our master's understanding. Moreover, when we get things out of compliment As a present from our master, he contrives
To snatch 'em and serve 'em up before our faces.
I'd made a Spartan cake at Pylos lately,8
And mixed and kneaded it well, and watched the baking ; But he stole round before me and served it up :
And he never allows us to come near our master
To speak a word ; but stands behind his back
At mealtimes, with a monstrous leather flyflap,
Slapping and whisking it round and rapping us off. [Turning to Nicias] —
So now, my worthy fellow, we must take
A fixed determination. Where's the Paphlagonian ?
Nicias — —
He's fast asleep
On a heap of hides — the rascal ! with a belly full With a hash of confiscations half digested.
within there, on his back,
Demosthenes —
That's well ! — Now fill me a hearty, lusty draught.
Nicias —
Make the libation first, and drink this cup To the good Genius. —
Demosthenes [after a long draught]
O most worthy Genius !
Good Genius ! 'tis your genius that inspires me ! [Demosthenes remains in a sort of drunken burlesque ecstasy. Nicias —
Why, what's the matter ?
Demosthenes — I'm inspired to tell you
That you must steal the Paphlagonian's oracles
Whilst he's asleep.
Nicias — Oh dear, then, I'm afraid.
1 Allusion to the beans used in balloting.
[Exit Nicias.
8 After Demosthenes had blockaded four hundred of the principal citizens of Sparta in an island in the bay of Pylos, Cleon was sent to supersede him. Aided by the advice of Demosthenes, whom he retained as his lieutenant, he compelled the Spartans to surrender.
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Demosthenes —
Come, I must meditate, and consult my pitcher ; And moisten my understanding a little more.
[Wliile Nicias is absent, Demosthenes is drinking repeatedly and getting drunk. —
Nicias [reentering with a packet]
How fast asleep the Paphlagonian was !
How mortally, Lord bless me ! did he snore ! However, I've contrived to carry off
The sacred Oracle that he kept so secret.
I've stolen it from him.
Demosthenes [very drunk] — That's my clever fellow !
Here, give us hold ;
Ay, there it
I must read them.
— [ With the papers in his hand.
you rascally Paphlagonian This was the prophecy that you kept so secret.
Nicias —
What's there?
Demosthenes — Why, there's thing to ruin him, With the manner of his destruction all foretold.
Nicias — As how
Demosthenes [very drunk] —
Why, the Oracle tells you how, distinctly,
And all about — in perspicuous manner — That jobber in hemp and flax first ordained To hold the administration of affairs. 1
Nicias —
Well, there's one jobber. Who's the next? Readonl
Demosthenes —
A cattle jobber must succeed to him. 1
Nicias — —
More jobbers well then what becomes of him
Demosthenes —
He, too, shall prosper, till viler rascal
Shall be raised up and shall prevail against him, In the person of Paphlagonian tanner,
A loud, rapacious, leather-selling ruffian.
Nicias —
Is foretold, then, that the cattle jobber Must be destroyed by the seller of leather
Demosthenes — Yes.
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Mcias —
Oh, dear ! our sellers and jobbers are at an end.
Demosthenes —
Not yet ; there's still another to succeed him, Of a most uncommon notable occupation.
Nicias —
Who's that ?
Do tell me !
Must I ?
To be sure —
Demosthenes — Nicios— — Demosthenes
A sausage seller it is that supersedes him. Nieias —
A sausage seller ! marvelous, indeed !
Most wonderful ! But where can he be found ? Demosthenes —
We must seek him out.
Nicios — But see there, where he comes !
Sent hither providentially, as it were ! Demosthenes —
O happy man ! celestial sausage seller !
Friend, guardian, and protector of us all :
Come forward ; save your friends, and save the country.
Sausage Seller — Do you call me ?
Demosthenes — Yes, we called to you to announce The high and happy destiny that awaits you.
Nicios —
Come now, you should set him free from the incumbrance Of his table and basket ; and explain to him
The tenor and the purport of the Oracle,
While I go back to watch the Paphlagonian.
[Exit Nicias. Demosthenes [to the Sausagh Seller, gravely] —
Set these poor wares aside ; and now, — bow down
To the ground ; and adore the powers of earth and heaven. Sausage Seller —
Heyday ! Why, what do you mean ?
Demosthenes — O happy man !
Unconscious of your glorious destiny,
Now mean and unregarded ; but to-morrow, The mightiest of the mighty, Lord of Athens !
Sausage Seller —
Come, master, what's the use of making game ? Why can't ye let me wash the guts and tripe, And sell my sausages in peace and quiet ?
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Demosthenes —
O simple mortal, cast these thoughts aside !
Bid guts and tripe farewell ! — Look there ! — Behold
[Pointing to the audience. The mighty assembled multitude before ye !
Sausage Seller [with a grumble of indifference] — Isee 'em. —
Demosthenes You shall be their lord and master, The sovereign and ruler of them all,
Of the assemblies and tribunals, fleets and armies. You shall trample down the Senate underfoot, Confound and crush the generals and commanders, Arrest, imprison, and confine in irons.
Sausage Seller — What I? —
Demosthenes YeB, you ; because the Oracle Predestines you to sovereign power and greatness.
Sausage Seller —
Are there any means of making a great man Of a sausage-making fellow such as I ?
Demosthenes —
The very means you have must make ye so,
Low breeding, vulgar birth, and impudence,
These, these must make ye what you're meant to be.
Sausage Seller —
I can't imagine that I'm good for much.
Demosthenes —
Alas ! But why do you say so ? What's the meaning Of these misgivings ? Tell me, are ye allied
To the families of the gentry ?
Sausage Seller — Naugh, not I. I'm of the lower order.
Demosthenes — What happiness ! —
What a footing it will give ye ! What a groundwork For confidence and favor at the outset.
Sausage Seller —
But bless ye ! only consider my education ! I can but barely read — in a kind of way.
Demosthenes —
That makes against ye ! — the only thing against ye — The being able to read in any way,
For now no lead nor influence is allowed
To liberal arts or learned education,
But to the brutal, base, and underbred.
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Sausage Seller —
Still, I'm partly doubtful how I could Contrive to manage an administration.
Demosthenes —
The easiest thing in nature ! — nothing easier ! Stick to your present practice : follow it up
In your new calling. Mangle, mince, and mash, Confound and hack and jumble things together ! And interlard your rhetoric with lumps
Of mawkish, sweet, and greasy flattery.
Be fulsome, coarse, and bloody ! — For the rest, All qualities combine, all circumstances.
To entitle and equip you for command,
A filthy voice, a villainous countenance,
A vulgar birth and parentage and breeding. Place then this chaplet on your brow and rouse Your spirits to meet him.
Sausage Seller — Ay, but who will help me ? For all our wealthier people are alarmed
And terrified at him ; and the meaner sort
In a manner stupefied, grown dull and dumb.
Demosthenes —
Why there's a thousand lusty cavaliers,
Ready to back you, that detest and scorn him ; And every worthy, well-born citizen ;
And every candid, critical spectator ;
And I myself ; and the help of Heaven to boot. —
Nicias [in alarm from behind the scenes] —
Oh dear ! oh dear ! the Paphlagonian's coming.
Cleon — Enter Cleoit with a furious look and voice.
By heaven and earth ! you shall abide it dearly,
With your conspiracies and daily plots
Against the sovereign people ! Hah ! what's this ? — Dogs ! villains ! every soul of ye shall die.
Demosthenes —
Where are ye going ? Where are ye running ? Stop ! Stand firm, my noble, valiant sausage seller !
Never betray the cause. Your friends are nigh.
[During the last lines the Chorus of Knights are entering.
sight !
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[ The Sausage Seller runs off in a fright.
[To the Chorus] —
Cavaliers and noble captains, now's the time! advance in
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March in order — make the movement, and outflank him on the right ! —
[To the Sausage Seller]
There I see them bustling, hasting! — only turn and make a
stand,
Stop but only for a moment, your allies are hard at hand. [The Chorus, after occupying their position in the orchestra,
begin their attack on Cleon. ] Chorus —
Close around him and confound him, the confounder of us all. Pelt and pummel him and maul him; rummage, ransack,
overhaul him,
Overbear him and out-bawl him; bear him down and bring
him under.
Bellow, like a burst of thunder, robber! harpy! sink of
plunder !
Rogue and villain! rogue and cheat! rogue and villain I
repeat !
Oftener than I can repeat has the rogue and villain cheated. Close around him left and right spit upon him, spurn and
smite
Spit upon him as you see spurn and spit at him like me.
Clean —
Yes assault, insult, abuse me this the return find
For the noble testimony, the memorial designed
Meaning to propose proposals for monument of stone,
On the which your late achievements should be carved and
neatly done. Chorus —
Out, away with him the slave the pompous, empty, fawning knave
Pelt him here and bang him there and here and there and everywhere.
Cleon —
Save me, neighbors oh, the monsters
my breast Chorus —
What you're forced to call for help pest!
my side, my back, you overbearing, brutal
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If in bawling you surpass him, you'll achieve victor's crown If again you overmatch him in impudence, the day's your own.
Sausage Seller [turning back towards Cleon]
I'll astound you with my noise, with my bawling looks and
voice. Chorus —
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Cleon —
I denounce this traitor here for sailing on clandestine trips, With supplies of tripe and stuffing to careen the Spartan
board;
Running in without a lading to return completely stored !
Chorus —.
Yes ! and smuggles out moreover loaves and luncheons not a
ships. — Sausage Seller
I denounce then and accuse him for a greater worse abuse : That he steers his empty paunch and anchors at the public
few,
More than ever Pericles, in all his pride, presumed to do.
Cleon [in a thundering tone] —
Dogs and villains, you shall die !
Sausage Seller [in a still louder tone] —
I can scream ten times as high. Cleon —
Ay !
I'll overbear ye and out-bawl ye. Sausage Seller —
But I'll out-scream ye and out-squall ye. Cleon —
What ! do you venture to invade
My proper calling and my trade ? Chorus to Cleon —
Even in your tender years, And your early disposition, You betrayed an inward sense Of the conscious impudence Which constitutes a politician.
Hence you squeeze and drain alone the rich milch kine of our allies ;
Whilst the son of Hippodamus licks his lips with longing eyes.
But now with eager rapture we behold A mighty miscreant of baser mold !
A more consummate ruffian !
An energetic, ardent ragamuffin !
Behold him there ! — He stands before your eyes To bear you down, with a superior frown,
A fiercer stare,
And more incessant and exhaustless lies.
[2b the Sausage Seller'] —
Now then do you that boast a birth from whence you might
inherit,
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And from your breeding have derived a manhood and a spirit Unbroken by the rules of art, untamed by education,
Show forth the native impudence and vigor of the nation !
Sausage Seller —
Well; if you like then, I'll describe the nature of him
clearly,
The kind of rogue I've known him for.
Cleon — My friend, you're somewhat early. First give me leave to speak.
Saumge Seller — I won't, by Jove ! Ay, you may bellow ! I'll make you know before I go that I'm the baser fellow.
Chorus —
Ay ! stand to that ! Stick to the point ; and for a further
Say that your family were base time out of mind before ye. Cleon —
Let me speak first.
Sausage Seller — Cleon —
Sausage Seller — Cleon —
I won't.
You shall, by Jove ! ,
By Jupiter, I shall burst with rage !
Sausage Seller"- No matter, I'll prevent you. Chorus —
No, don't prevent, for Heaven's sake ! don't hinder him from bursting.
Cleon —
I'll have ye pilloried in a trice.
Sausage Seller —
I'll have you tried for cowardice.
Cleon —
I'll tan your hide to cover seats.
Sausage Seller —
Yours shall be made a purse for cheats The luckiest skin that could be found.
Cleon —
Dog, I'll pin you to the ground With ten thousand tenter-hooks.
Sausage Seller —
I'll prepare you for the cooks,
Neatly prepared, with skewers and lard.
Cleon —
I'll pluck your eyebrows off,
I will. I'll cut your collops out, I will.
Sausage Seller —
I won't, by Jove, though !
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[A scuffle ensues between the two rivals, in which the Sausage Seller has the best of it.
Clean [released and recovering himself]: —
May I never eat a slice at any public sacrifice,
If your effrontery and pretense shall daunt my steadfast im
pudence. — Sausage Seller [to the Chorus]
Oh, there were many pretty tricks I practiced as a child ; Haunting about the butchers' shops, the weather being mild, " See, boys," says I, " the swallow there ! Why, summer's
come, I say. "
And when they turned to gape and stare, I snatched a steak
away. Chorus —
A clever lad you must have been, you managed matters rarely,
To steal at such an early age, so seasonable and fairly ! Sausage Seller —
But if by chance they spied contrived to hide handily, Clapping in between my hams, tight and close and even, Calling on all the powers above and all the gods in heaven And there stood and made good with staring and for
swearing
So that statesman wise and good, ruler shrewd and witty, Was heard to say, " That boy one day will surely rule the
city. " Chorus —
'Twas fairly guessed, by the true test, by your address and daring.
First in stealing, then concealing, and again in swearing. Cleon —
I'll settle ye yes, both of ye The storm of elocution
Is rising here within my breast, to drive ye to confusion, And with wild commotion overwhelm the land and ocean.
Sausage Seller —
But I'll denounce ye And I'll trounce ye.
Cleon —
Go for paltry vulgar slave.
Sausage Seller —
Get out for designing slave.
Chorus —
Give him back the cuff you got
Cleon —
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Chorus —
Strike him harder ! harder yet !
Pelt him — Rap him !
Slash him — Slap him
Across the chops there, with a wipe
Of your entrails and your tripe.
Keep him down. The day's your own.
O cleverest of human kind ! the stoutest and the boldest, The savior of the state and us, the friends that thou be-
holdest ;
No words can speak our gratitude ; all praise appears too little. You've fairly done the rascal up; you've nicked him to a
tittle. Cleon —
Now I'll set off this instant to the Senate,
To inform them of your conspiracies and treasons.
By Hercules, I'll have ye crucified ! Chorus [to the Sausage Seller] —
[Exit Cleon.
[Exit.
Rouse up your powers !
You swindled and forswore as you profess,
The time is come to show it. Now this instant He's hurrying headlong to the senate house
To accuse us all, to storm and rage and rave.
Sausage Seller — Well, I'll be off.
Chorus — Sausage Seller — Chorus —
Make haste.
Why, so I do.
Say what was the result of your attempt. Sausage Seller —
If ever in your youth
Drive at him and denounce him !
Show blood and game.
Dash at his comb, his coxcomb; cuff it soundly ! Peck, scratch and tear, conculcate, clapper, claw ! And then return in glory to your friends.
[Ee'entrance of the Sausage Seller. O best of men ! thou tightest, heartiest fellow !
Ay, ay — it's well worth hearing, I can tell ye ;
I followed after him to the senate house ;
And there was he roaring his biggest words
To crush the cavaliers, calling them traitors, Conspirators — what not ? There sat the Senate, With their arms folded and their eyebrows bent, Like persons utterly humbugged and bamboozled. Seeing the state of things, I paused awhile, Praying in secret with an under voice : —
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" Ye influential, impudential Powers
Of sauciness and jabber, slang and jaw!
Ye spirits of the market place and street,
Where I was reared and bred — befriend me now!
Grant me a voluble utterance and a vast, "
Unbounded voice, and steadfast impudence !
Then burst I through the crowd and bustled up,
And bolted in at the wicket, and bawled out : —
" News ! news ! I've brought you news ! the best of news ! Yes, senators, since first the war began,
There never has been known, till now — this morning,
Such a haul of pilchards. " Then they smiled, and seemed All tranquilized and placid at the prospect
Of pilchards being likely to be cheap.
I then proceeded and proposed a vote
To meet the emergence secretly and suddenly :
To seize at once the trays of all the workmen,
And go with them to market to buy pilchards
Before the price was raised. Immediately
They applauded, and sat gaping all together,
Attentive and admiring. He perceived it ;
And framed a motion suited, as he thought,
To the temper of the assembly. " I move," says he,
" That, on occasion of this happy news,
We should proclaim a general thanksgiving,
With a festival moreover, and a sacrifice
Of a hundred head of oxen to the goddess. "
Then, seeing he meant to drive me to the wall
With his hundred oxen, I overbid him at once,
And said, " Two hundred ! " and proposed a vow
" For a thousand goats to be offered to Diana,
Whenever sprats should fall to forty a penny. "
With that the Senate smiled on me again,
And he grew stupefied and lost and stammering ;
And, attempting to interrupt the current business,
Was called to order and silence, and put down.
[Enter Cleon. ]
Cleon —
May I perish and rot, but I'll consume and ruin ye ; I'll leave no trick, no scheme untried, to do it.
Sausage Seller —
It makes me laugh, it amuses one to see him
Bluster and storm !
I whistle and snap my fingers.
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Cleon —
You sha'n't insult me, as you did before the Senate. Come, come before the Assembly.
Sausage Seller [coolly and dryly] —
Ay, yes ; why not ?
With all my heart ! Let's go there. What should hinder us ?
The scene is supposed to be in front of Demus' house.
Cleon —
My dear, good Demus, do step out a moment !
Sausage Seller —
My dearest little Demus, do step out !
Demus —
Who's there ? Keep off ! What a racket you are making ! Bawling and caterwauling about the door,
To affront the house and scandalize the neighbors.
Cleon —
Come out ; do you see yourself how I'm insulted ?
Demus —
O my poor Paphlagonian ! What's the matter ? Who has insulted you ?
Cleon — I'm waylaid and beaten,
By that rogue there, and the rakehelly young fellows, All for your sake.
Demus — How so? Cleon —
Because I love you, And court you, and wait on you to win your favor.
Demus —
And you there, sirrah ! Tell me what are you ?
Sausage Seller [very rapidly and eagerly] —
A lover of yours and a rival of his, this long time,
That have wished to oblige ye and serve ye in every way. And many there are besides, good gentlefolks,
That adore ye, and wish to pay their court to ye,
But he contrives to baffle and drive them off.
In short, you're like the silly, spendthrift heirs,
That keep away from civil, well-bred company
To pass their time with grooms and low companions, Cobblers and curriers, tanners, and such like,
Cleon —
Well, Demus, call an assembly then directly
To decide between us which is your best friend ; And when you've settled fix and keep to him.
Tlie scene changes and discovers the Pnyx with Cleon on the bema in an oratorical attitude.
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Cleon —
To Minerva the sovereign goddess I call,
Our guide and defender, the hope of us all ;
With a prayer and a vow, — that even as now —
If I'm truly your friend, unto my life's end,
I may dine in the hall, doing nothing at all !
But if I despise you, or ever advise you
Against what is best for your comfort and rest ;
Or neglect to attend you, defend you, befriend you, — May I perish and pine; may this carcass of mine Be withered and dried, and curried beside ;
And straps for your harness cut out from the hide.
Sausage Seller —
Then, Demus — if I tell a word of a lie,
If any man more can dote and adore,
With so tender a care, I make it my prayer,
My prayer and my wish — to be stewed in a dish ; To be sliced and slashed, minced and hashed,
And the offal remains that are left by the cook, Dragged out to the grave with my own flesh hook.
Cleon —
O Demus. Has any man shown such a zeal, Such a passion as I for the general weal ? Racking and screwing offenders to ruin;
With torture and threats extorting your debts.
Sausage Seller —
All this I
With ease and dispatch ;
And supply you with loaves from another man's batch, — But now to detect his saucy neglect —
He leaves you to rest on a seat of the rock
Naked and bare, without comfort or care,
Whilst I — Look ye there ! — have quilted and wadded And tufted and padded this cushion so neat
To serve for your seat ! Rise now, let me slip
It there under your hip, that, on board of the ship,
With the toil of the oar, was blistered and sore,
Enduring the burden and heat of the day
At the battle of Salamis working away.
can do, and more handily too,
I can pilfer and snatch,
Demus —
Whence was it you came ? Oh, tell me your name — Tour name and your birth ; for your kindness and worth Bespeak you indeed of a patriot breed ;
Of the race of Harmodius sure you must be,
So popular, gracious, and friendly to me.
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Clean —
Can he win you with ease with such trifles as these ?
Sausage Seller —
With easier trifles, you manage to please.
Cleon —
This is horrible quite, and his slander and spite Has no motive in view but my friendship for you, My zeal —
Demus —
There, have done with your slang and your stuff, You've cheated and choused and cajoled me enough.
Sausage Seller —
My dear little Demus ! you'll find it is true, He behaves like a wretch and a villain to you; He haunts your gardens and there he plies, Cropping the sprouts of the young supplies, Munching and crunching enormous rations
Of public sales and confiscations.
The struggle between the rivals now begins in good ear nest. It is a contest of presents to Demus, chiefly of a culinary character, and that everlasting dish, the affair at Pylos, is again served up to the cantankerous old man, whom the poet seems determined to disgust with the only exploit which Cleon ever accomplished. The Sausage Seller has the advan tage in presents for some time, until he is alarmed by learn ing that Cleon has got a fine dish of hare for Demus. He is disconcerted at first, and then has recourse to a stratagem. "Some ambassadors came this way to me," he says, "and their
purses seem well filled" "Where are they? " exclaims Cleon eagerly, turning round. The hare flesh is immediately in the hands of his rival, who presents the dainty in his own name to Demus. Cleon is naturally indignant. "I had all the trouble of catching the hare," he cries. " And I had all the trouble of dressing it," retorts the Sausage Seller. " Fools," says the practical Demus, " I care not who caught it, or who dressed it ; all I regard is the hand which served it up at table. " Cleon loses ground more and more. His rival pro poses a new test of affection. " Let our chests be searched," says he. "It will then be seen who is the better man to Demus and his stomach. " This is done, and the chest of the new candidate is found empty. " Because," says he, " I have given dear little Demus everything. " In Cleon's there is
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abundance of all good things, and a tempting cheese"cake particularly excites Demus' surprise. " The rogue ! he cries, "to conceal such a prodigious cheese cake as this, and to have cut me off a mere morsel of it ; and that, too, after I had made him a present of a crown and many other things beside. " Cleon has to take off the crown (or garland) and place it on the head of his enemy. The Sausage Seller, who has now adopted the name of Agoracritus, is no sooner in power than he feeds up Demus and treats him to such a regi men that the old man becomes strong and young again. He is once more the manly, splendid fellow he was in the days of Marathon and Salamis. Of course all this has reference to the military and political events of the time.
Agoracritus (the Sausage Seller) and Chorus.
Chorus —
O thou, the protector and hope of the state,
Of the isles and allies of the city, relate What happy event do you call us to greet, With bonfire and sacrifice filling the street ?
Agoracritus —
Old Demus within has molted his skin.
I've cooked him and stewed him to render him stronger, Many years younger, and shabby no longer.
Chorus —
O what a change ! How sudden and strange ! But where is he now ?
Agoracritus — On the citadel's brow, In the lofty old town of immortal renown, With the noble Ionian violet crown.
Chorus —
What was his vesture, his figure and gesture ? How did you leave him, and how does he look ?
Agoracritus —
Joyous and bold, as when feasting of old
When his battles were ended, triumphant and splendid, With Miltiades sitting carousing at rest,
Or good Aristides, his favorite guest.
