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(Edipus —
And therefore asks that he may know from you, Seeing the God hath folded up his word
From human eyesight.
Tiresias — Why should I reveal What He I serve has chosen to conceal ?
CEdipus —
Is't not your office to interpret that
To man which he for man vouchsafes from Heaven ?
Tiresias —
What Fate hath fixed to come to pass come will, Whether revealed or not.
CEdipus — I know it must ; But Fate may cancel Fate, foretelling that Which, unpredicted, else would come to pass.
Tiresias —
Yet none the less I tell you, CEdipus,
That you, though wise, not knowing what you ask, I, knowing, shall not answer.
CEdipus — You will not ! Inexorable to the people's cries — — Plague-pitiless, disloyal to your King
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Tiresias —
Oh ! you forsooth were taunting me but now With my distempered humor —
(Edipus — Who would not, When but a word, which you pretend to know, Would save a people ?
Tiresias — One of them at least It would not.
(Edipus — Oh, scarce any man, methinks, But would himself, though guiltless, sacrifice, If that would ransom all.
Tiresias — Yet one, you see, Obdurate as myself —
(Edipus —
You have not heard, perchance, Tiresias (Unless from that prophetic voice within), How through the city, by my herald's voice, With excommunication, death, or banishment, I have denounced, not him alone who did,
But him who, knowing who, will not reveal ?
Tiresias —
I hear it now.
(Edipus — And are inflexible To Fear as Pity ?
Tiresias — It might be, to Fear Inflexible by Pity ; else, why fear Invulnerable as I am in Truth,
And by the God I serve inviolate ?
(Edipus —
Is not your King a Minister of Zeus,
As you of Phoebus, and the King of Thebes Not more to be insulted or defied
Than any Priest or Augur in his realm ?
Tiresias —
Implore, denounce, and threaten as you may, What unrevealed I would, I will not say.
(Edipus —
You will not ! Mark then how, default of your Interpretation, I interpret you :
Either not knowing what you feign to know, You lock your tongue in baffled ignorance ;
Or, knowing that which you will not reveal,
I do suspect — Suspect ! why, stand you not Self-accused, self-convicted, and by me Denounced as he, that knowing him who did,
SOPHOCLES' (EDIPUS.
Will not reveal — nay, might yourself have done
The deed that you with some accomplice planned,
Could those blind eyes have aimed the murderous hand ?
Tiresias —
You say so ! Now then, listen in your turn
To that one word which, as it leaves my lips,
By your own Curse upon the Criminal Denounced, should be your last in Thebes to hear. For by the unerring insight of the God
You question, Zeus his delegate though you be Who lay this Theban people under curse
Of revelation of the murderer
Whose undiscovered presence eats away
The people's life — I tell you — You are he!
Chorus —
Forbear, old man, forbear ! And you, my King, Heed not the passion of provoked old age.
CEdipus —
And thus, in your blind passion of revenge, You think to 'scape contempt or punishment By tossing accusation back on me
Under Apollo's mantle.
Tiresias — Ay, and more, Dared you but listen.
Chorus — Peace, O peace, old man ! CEdipus —
Nay, let him shoot his poisoned arrows out ;
They fall far short of me.
Tiresias — Not mine, but those
Which Fate had filled my Master's quiver with,
And you have drawn upon yourself.
CEdipus — Your Master's ?
Your Master's ; but assuredly not His
To whom you point, albeit you see him not,
In his meridian dazzling overhead,
Who is the God of Truth as well as Light,
And knows as I within myself must know
If Memory be not false as Augury,
The words you put into his lips a Lie !
Not He, but Self — Self only — in revenge
Of self-convicted ignorance — Self alone, — Or with some self whom Self would profit by
As were it — Creon, say — smooth, subtle Creon, Moving by rule and weighing every word
As in the scales of Justice — but of whom
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Whispers of late have reached me —Creon, ha! Methinks I scent another Master here !
Who, wearied of but secondary power
Under an alien King, and would belike
Exalt his Prophet for good service done — Higher than ever by my throne he stood And, now I think on't, bade me send for you Under the mask of Phoebus —
Chorus — Oh, forbear — Forbear, in turn, my lord and master !
Tiresias — Nay, Let him, in turn, his poisoned arrows, not From Phoebus' quiver, shoot, but to recoil When, his mad Passion having passed —
(Edijms — O vain Prerogative of human majesty,
That one poor mortal from his fellows takes,
And, with false pomp and honor dressing up, Lifts idol-like to what men call a Throne,
For all below to worship and assail !
That even the power which unsolicited
By aught but salutary service done
The men of Thebes committed to my hands, Some, restless under just authority,
Or jealous of not wielding it themselves,
Even with the altar and the priest collude,
And tamper with, to ruin or to seize !
Prophet and Seer forsooth, and Soothsayer !
Why, when the singing Witch contrived the noose Which strangled all who tried and none could loose, Where was the Prophet of Apollo then ?
'Twas not for one who poring purblind down Over the reeking entrail of the beast,
Nor gaping to the wandering bird in air, Nor in the empty silence of his soul
Feigning a voice of God inaudible,
Not he, nor any of his tribe —but I—
I, OEdipus, a stranger in the land,
And uninspired by all but mother wit, Silenced and slew the monster against whom Divine and human cunning strove in vain. And now again when tried, and foiled again, This Prophet — whether to revenge the past, And to prevent discomfiture to come,
Or by some traitor aiming at my throne
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Suborned to stand a greater at his side
Than peradventure e'er he stood at mine, Would drag me to destruction ! But beware ! Beware lest, blind and aged as you are,
Wrapt in supposititious sanctity,
You, and whoever he that leagues with you, Meet a worse doom than you for me prepare.
Tiresias —
Quick to your vengeance, then ; for this same day That under Phoebus' fiery rein flies fast
Over the field of heaven, shall be the last
That you shall play the tyrant in.
CEdipus — O Thebes, You never called me Tyrant, from the day Since first I saved you !
Tiresias — And shall save again ; As then by coming, by departing now.
Enough : before the day that judges both
Decide between us, let them lead me home.
CEdipus — — Ay, lead him hence
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Hades anywhere !
home
Blind in his inward as his outward eye.
Tiresias —
Poor man ! that in your inward vision blind,
Know not, as I, that ere this day go down,
By your own hand yourself shall be consigned
To deeper night than now you taunt me with ;
When, not the King and Prophet that you were,
But a detested outcast of the land,
With other eyes and hands you feel your way
To wander through the world, begging the bread
Of execration from the stranger's hand
Denied you here, and thrust from door to door,
As though yourself the Plague you brought from Thebes; A wretch, self-branded with the double curse
Of such unheard, unnatural infamy,
As shall confound a son in the embrace
Of her who bore him to the sire he slew !
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DEMUS AND HIS SERVANTS.
By AKISTOPHANES.
(From the " Knights. " Translated hy John Hookham Frere. )
[Aristophanes, the greatest of Greek comic poets, was born probably be tween b. c. 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. c. 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. ]
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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[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.
ARISTOPHANES' KNIGHTS.
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.