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phetic Apollo ?
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'The Peace,' B. C. 421: in support of the Peace of Nicias, ratified
soon afterward (Grote's 'History of Greece,' Vol. vi. , page 492).
Trygæus, an honest vine-dresser yearning for his farm, in parody of
the Bellerophon of Euripides, ascends to heaven on a dung-beetle.
He there hauls Peace from the bottom of the well into which she
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had been cast by Ares, and brings her home in triumph to Greece,
when she inaugurates a reign of plenty and uproarious jollity, and
celebrates the nuptials of Trygæus and her handmaid Opora (Har-
vest-home).
'The Birds,' B. C. 414. Peisthetærus (Plausible) and Euelpides
(Hopeful), whose names and deeds are perhaps a satire on the
unbounded ambition that brought ruin on Athens at Syracuse, jour-
ney to Birdland and persuade King Hoopoe to induce the birds to
build Nephelococcygia or Cloud-Cuckoo-Burgh in the air between the
gods and men, starve out the gods with a "Melian famine," and rule
the world themselves. The gods, their supplies of incense cut off,
are forced to treat, and Peisthetærus receives in marriage Basileia
(Sovereignty), the daughter of Zeus. The mise en scène, with the gor-
geous plumage of the bird-chorus, must have been very impressive,
and many of the choric songs are exceedingly beautiful. There is an
interesting account by Professor Jebb in the Fortnightly Review
(Vol. xli. ) of a performance of 'The Birds' at Cambridge in 1884.
Two plays, B. C. 411: (1) at the Lenæa, 'The Lysistrata,' in which
the women of Athens and Sparta by a secession from bed and board
compel their husbands to end the war; (2) The Thesmophoriazusæ ›
or Women's Festival of Demeter, a licentious but irresistibly funny
assault upon Euripides. The tragedian, learning that the women in
council assembled are debating on the punishment due to his miso-
gyny, implores the effeminate poet Agathon to intercede for him.
That failing, he dispatches his kinsman Mnesilochus, disguised with
singed beard and woman's robes, a sight to shake the midriff of
despair with laughter, to plead his cause. The advocate's excess of
zeal betrays him; he is arrested: and the remainder of the play is
occupied by the ludicrous devices, borrowed or parodied from well-
known Euripidean tragedies, by which the poet endeavors to rescue
his intercessor.
'The Frogs,' B. C. 405, in the brief respite of hope between the
victory of Arginusæ and the final overthrow of Athens at Egos-
potami. Eschylus, Sophocles, and Euripides are dead. The minor
bards are a puny folk, and Dionysus is resolved to descend to Hades
in quest of a truly creative poet, one capable of a figure like "my
star god's glow-worm," or "His honor rooted in dishonor stood. "
After many surprising adventures by the way, and in the outer pre-
cincts of the underworld, accompanied by his Sancho Panza, Xan-
thias, he arrives at the court of Pluto just in time to be chosen arbi-
trator of the great contest between Eschylus and Euripides for the
tragic throne in Hades. The comparisons and parodies of the styles
of Eschylus and Euripides that follow, constitute, in spite of their
comic exaggeration, one of the most entertaining and discriminating
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chapters of literary criticism extant, and give us an exalted idea of
the intelligence of the audience that appreciated them. Dionysus
decides for Eschylus, and leads him back in triumph to the upper
world.
The Ecclesiazusæ' or 'Ladies in Parliament,' B. C. 393: appar-
ently a satire on the communistic theories which must have been
current in the discussions of the schools before they found definite
expression in Plato's 'Republic. ' The ladies of Athens rise betimes,
purloin their husbands' hats and canes, pack the Assembly, and pass
a measure to intrust the reins of government to women. An extrav-
agant and licentious communism is the result.
The Plutus,' B. C. 388: a second and much altered edition of a
play represented for the first time in 408. With the 'Ecclesiazusæ
it marks the transition to the Middle Comedy, there being no para-
basis, and little of the exuberant verve of the older pieces. The
blind god of Wealth recovers his eyesight by sleeping in the temple
of Esculapius, and proceeds to distribute the gifts of fortune more
equitably.
The assignment of the dates and restoration of the plots of the
thirty-two lost plays, of which a few not very interesting fragments
remain, belong to the domain of conjectural erudition.
Aristophanes has been regarded by some critics as a grave moral
censor, veiling his high purpose behind the grinning mask of comedy;
by others as a buffoon of genius, whose only object was to raise a
laugh. Both sides of the question are ingeniously and copiously
argued in Browning's 'Aristophanes' Apology'; and there is a judi-
cious summing up of the case of Aristophanes vs. Euripides in Pro-
fessor Jebb's lectures on Greek poetry. The soberer view seems
to be that while predominantly a comic artist, obeying the instincts
of his genius, he did frequently make his comedy the vehicle of an
earnest conservative polemic against the new spirit of the age in
Literature, Philosophy, and Politics. He pursued Euripides with
relentless ridicule because his dramatic motives lent themselves to
parody, and his lines were on the lips of every theatre-goer; but
also because he believed that Euripides had spoiled the old, stately,
heroic art of Eschylus and Sophocles by incongruous infusions of
realism and sentimentalism, and had debased the "large utterance of
the early gods" by an unhallowed mixture of colloquialism, dialectic,
and chicane.
Aristophanes travestied the teachings of Socrates because his un-
gainly figure, and the oddity (atopia) attributed to him even by Plato,
made him an excellent butt; yet also because he felt strongly that it
was better for the young Athenian to spend his days in the Palæstra,
or "where the elm-tree whispers to the plane," than in filing a
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contentious tongue on barren logomachies. That Socrates in fact
discussed only ethical problems, and disclaimed all sympathy with
speculations about things above our heads, made no difference: he
was the best human embodiment of a hateful educational error. And
similarly the assault upon Cleon, the "pun-pelleting of demagogues
from Pnux," was partly due to the young aristocrat's instinctive aver-
sion to the coarse popular leader, and to the broad mark which the
latter presented to the shafts of satire, but equally, perhaps, to a
genuine patriotic revolt at the degradation of Athenian politics in
the hands of the successors of Pericles.
But Aristophanes's ideas interest us less than his art and humor.
We have seen the nature of his plots. In such a topsy-turvy world
there is little opportunity for nice delineation of character. His per-
sonages are mainly symbols or caricatures. Yet they are vividly if
broadly sketched, and genuine touches of human nature lend veri-
similitude to their most improbable actions. One or two traditional
comic types appear for the first time, apparently, on his stage:
the alternately cringing and familiar slave or valet of comedy, in
his Xanthias and Karion; and in Dicæopolis, Strepsiades, Demos,
Trygæus, and Dionysus, the sensual, jovial, shrewd, yet naïve and
credulous middle-aged bourgeois gentilhomme or 'Sganarelle,' who is
not ashamed to avow his poltroonery, and yet can, on occasion,
maintain his rights with sturdy independence.
But the chief attraction of Aristophanes is the abounding comic
force and verve of his style. It resembles an impetuous torrent,
whose swift rush purifies in its flow the grossness and obscenity
inseparable from the origin of comedy, and buoys up and sweeps
along on the current of fancy and improvisation the chaff and dross
of vulgar jests, puns, scurrilous personalities, and cheap "gags,"
allowing no time for chilling reflections or criticism. Jests which
are singly feeble combine to induce a mood of extravagant hilarity
when huddled upon us with such "impossible conveyance. " This
vivida vis animi can hardly be reproduced in a translation, and disap-
pears altogether in an attempt at an abstract enumeration of the
poet's inexhaustible devices for comic effect. He himself repeatedly
boasts of the fertility of his invention, and claims to have discarded
the coarse farce of his predecessors for something more worthy of
the refined intelligence of his clever audience. Yet it must be ac-
knowledged that much even of his wit is the mere filth-throwing of
a naughty boy; or at best the underbred jocularity of the "funny
column," the topical song, or the minstrel show. There are puns on
the names of notable personages; a grotesque, fantastic, punning
fauna, flora, and geography of Greece; a constant succession of sur-
prises effected by the sudden substitution of low or incongruous terms
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in proverbs, quotations, and legal or religious formulas; scenes in
dialect, scenes of excellent fooling in the vein of Uncle Toby and the
Clown, girds at the audience, personalities that for us have lost their
point, about Cleonymus the caster-away of shields, or Euripides's
herb-selling mother, and everywhere unstinted service to the great
gods Priapus and Cloacina.
A finer instrument of comic effect is the parody. The countless
parodies of the lyric and dramatic literature of Greece are perhaps
the most remarkable testimony extant to the intelligence of an
Athenian audience. Did they infallibly catch the allusion when Di-
cæopolis welcomed back to the Athenian fish-market the long-lost
Copaic eel in high Eschylean strain,—
"Of fifty nymphs Copaic alderliefest queen,»
and then, his voice breaking with the intolerable pathos of Admetus's
farewell to the dying Alcestis, added,
"Yea, even in death
Thou'lt bide with me, embalmed and beet-beste wed»?
Did they recognize the blasphemous Pindaric pun in "Helle's holy
straits," for a tight place, and appreciate all the niceties of diction,
metre, and dramatic art discriminated in the comparison between
Æschylus and Euripides in the 'Frogs'? At any rate, no Athenian
could miss the fun of Dicæopolis (like Hector's baby) "scared at the
dazzling plume and nodding crest" of the swashbuckler Lamachus,
of Philocleon, clinging to his ass's belly like Odysseus escaping under
the ram from the Cyclops's cave; of the baby in the Thesmophoria-
zusæ seized as a Euripidean hostage, and turning out a wine bottle
in swaddling-clothes; of light-foot Iris in the rôle of a saucy, fright-
ened soubrette; of the heaven-defying Eschylean Prometheus hiding
under an umbrella from the thunderbolts of Zeus. And they must
have felt instinctively what only a laborious erudition reveals to us,
the sudden subtle modulations of the colloquial comic verse into
mock-heroic travesty of high tragedy or lyric.
Euripides, the chief victim of Aristophanes's genius for parody, was
so burlesqued that his best known lines became by-words, and his
most ardent admirers, the very Balaustions and Euthukleses, must
have grinned when they heard them, like a pair of augurs.
If we
conceive five or six Shakespearean comedies filled from end to end
with ancient Pistols hallooing to "pampered jades of Asia,” and Dr.
Caiuses chanting of "a thousand vagrom posies," we may form some
idea of Aristophanes's handling of the notorious lines-
«The tongue has sworn, the mind remains unsworn. »
"Thou lovest life, thy sire loves it too. "
"Who knows if life and death be truly one? »
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But the charm of Aristophanes does not lie in any of these things
singly, but in the combination of ingenious and paradoxical fancy
with an inexhaustible flow of apt language by which they are held up
and borne out. His personages are ready to make believe anything.
Nothing surprises them long. They enter into the spirit of each
new conceit, and can always discover fresh analogies to bear it out.
The very plots of his plays are realized metaphors or embodied con-
ceits. And the same concrete vividness of imagination is displayed
in single scenes and episodes. The Better and the Worse Reason
plead the causes of the old and new education in person. Cleon and
Brasidas are the pestles with which War proposes to bray Greece in
a mortar; the triremes of Athens in council assembled declare that
they will rot in the docks sooner than yield their virginity to musty,
fusty Hyperbolus. The fair cities of Greece stand about waiting for
the recovery of Peace from her Well, with dreadful black eyes, poor
things; Armisticia and Harvest-Home tread the stage in the flesh,
and Nincompoop and Defraudation are among the gods.
The special metaphor or conceit of each play attracts appropriate
words and images, and creates a distinct atmosphere of its own. In
the 'Knights' the air fairly reeks with the smell of leather and the
tanyard. The 'Birds' transport us to a world of trillings and pip-
ings, and beaks and feathers. There is a buzzing and a humming
and a stinging throughout the 'Wasps. ' The 'Clouds' drip with
mist, and are dim with aërial vaporous effects.
Aristophanes was the original inventor of Bob Acres's style of
oath the so-called referential or sentimental swearing. Dicæopolis
invokes Ecbatana when Shamartabas struts upon the stage. Socrates
in the Clouds' swears by the everlasting vapors. King Hoopoe's
favorite oath is "Odds nets and birdlime. " And the vein of humor
that lies in over-ingenious, elaborate, and sustained metaphor was
first worked in these comedies. All these excellences are summed
up in the incomparable wealth and flexibility of his vocabulary. He
has a Shakespearean mastery of the technicalities of every art and
mystery, an appalling command of billingsgate and of the language
of the cuisine, and would tire Falstaff and Prince Hal with base com-
parisons. And not content with the existing resources of the Greek
vocabulary, he coins grotesque or beautiful compounds, — exquisite
epithets like "Botruodōré» (bestower of the vine), "heliomanes"
(drunk-with-sunlight), "myriad-flagoned phrases," untranslatable "port-
manteaus" like "plouthugieia" (health-and-wealthfulness), and Gar-
gantuan agglomerations of syllables like the portentous olla podrida at
the end of the 'Ecclesiazusæ. '
The great comic writer, as the example of Molière proves, need
not be a poet.
But the mere overflow of careless poetic power which
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is manifested by Aristophanes would have sufficed to set up any
ordinary tragedian or lyrist. In plastic mastery of language only two
Greek writers can vie with him, - Plato and Homer. In the easy grace
and native harmony of his verse he outsings all the tragedians, even
that Eschylus whom he praised as the man who had written the
most exquisite songs of any poet of the time. In his blank verse he
easily strikes every note, from that of the urbane, unaffected, collo-
quial Attic, to parody of high or subtle tragic diction hardly distin-
guishable from its model. He can adapt his metres to the expression
of every shade of feeling. He has short, snapping, fiery trochees, like
sparks from their own holm oak, to represent the choler of the
Acharnians; eager, joyous glyconics to bundle up a sycophant and
hustle him off the stage, or for the young knights of Athens cele-
brating Phormio's sea fights, and chanting, horse-taming Poseidon,
Pallas, guardian of the State, and Victory, companion of the dance;
the quickstep march of the trochaic tetrameter to tell how the Attic
wasps, true children of the soil, charged the Persians at Marathon;
and above all-the chosen vehicle of his wildest conceits, his most
audacious fancies, and his strongest appeals to the better judgment
of the citizens- the anapæstic tetrameter, that "resonant and trium-
phant» metre of which even Mr. Swinburne's anapæsts can repro-
duce only a faint and far-off echo.
But he has more than the opulent diction and the singing voice
of the poet. He has the key to fairy-land, a feeling for nature which
we thought romantic and modern, and in his lyrics the native wood-
notes wild of his own Mousa lochmaia' (the muse of the coppice).
The chorus of the Mystæ in the Frogs,' the rustic idyl of the
'Peace,' the songs of the girls in the 'Lysistrata,' the call of the
nightingale, the hymns of the Clouds,' the speech of the "Just
Reason," and the grand chorus of birds, reveal Aristophanes as not
only the first comic writer of Greece, but as one of the very greatest
of her poets.
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Among the many editions of Aristophanes, those most useful to
the student and the general reader are doubtless the text edited by
Bergk (2 vols. , 1867), and the translations of the five most famous
plays by John Hookham Frere, to be found in his complete works.
свету
Рише ве
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THE ORIGIN OF THE PELOPONNESIAN WAR
From The Acharnians': Frere's Translation
DICEOPOLIS
B
E NOT surprised, most excellent spectators,
If I that am a beggar have presumed
To claim an audience upon public matters,
Even in a comedy; for comedy
Is conversant in all the rules of justice,
And can distinguish betwixt right and wrong.
The words I speak are bold, but just and true.
Cleon at least cannot accuse me now,
That I defame the city before strangers,
For this is the Lenæan festival,
And here we meet, all by ourselves alone;
No deputies are arrived as yet with tribute,
No strangers or allies: but here we sit
A chosen sample, clean as sifted corn,
With our own denizens as a kind of chaff.
First, I detest the Spartans most extremely;
And wish that Neptune, the Tænarian deity,
Would bury them in their houses with his earthquakes.
For I've had losses-losses, let me tell ye,
Like other people; vines cut down and injured.
But among friends (for only friends are here
Why should we blame the Spartans for all this?
For people of ours, some people of our own,—
Some people from among us here, I mean:
But not the People (pray, remember that);
I never said the People, but a pack
Of paltry people, mere pretended citizens,
Base counterfeits,- went laying informations,
And making a confiscation of the jerkins
Imported here from Megara; pigs, moreover,
Pumpkins, and pecks of salt, and ropes of onions,
Were voted to be merchandise from Megara,
Denounced, and seized, and sold upon the spot.
Well, these might pass, as petty local matters.
But now, behold, some doughty drunken youths
Kidnap, and carry away from Megara,
The courtesan, Simætha. Those of Megara,
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In hot retaliation, seize a brace
Of equal strumpets, hurried forth perforce
From Dame Aspasia's house of recreation.
So this was the beginning of the war,
All over Greece, owing to these three strumpets.
For Pericles, like an Olympian Jove,
With all his thunder and his thunderbolts,
Began to storm and lighten dreadfully,
Alarming all the neighborhood of Greece;
And made decrees, drawn up like drinking songs,
In which it was enacted and concluded
That the Megarians should remain excluded
From every place where commerce was transacted,
With all their ware-like "old Care" in the ballad:
And this decree, by land and sea, was valid.
Then the Megarians, being all half starved,
Desired the Spartans to desire of us
Just to repeal those laws; the laws I mentioned,
Occasioned by the stealing of those strumpets.
And so they begged and prayed us several times;
And we refused: and so they went to war.
THE POET'S APOLOGY
From The Acharnians': Frere's Translation
Ο
UR poet has never as yet
Esteemed it proper or fit
To detain you with a long
Encomiastic song
On his own superior wit;
But being abused and accused,
And attacked of late
As a foe of the State,
He makes an appeal in his proper defense,
To your voluble humor and temper and sense,
With the following plea:
Namely, that he
Never attempted or ever meant
To scandalize
In any wise
Your mighty imperial government.
Moreover he says,
That in various ways
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He presumes to have merited honor and praise;
Exhorting you still to stick to your rights,
And no more to be fooled with rhetorical flights;
Such as of late each envoy tries
On the behalf of your allies,
That come to plead their cause before ye,
With fulsome phrase, and a foolish story
Of "violet crowns" and "Athenian glory,»
With "sumptuous Athens" at every word:
"Sumptuous Athens" is always heard;
"Sumptuous" ever, a suitable phrase
For a dish of meat or a beast at graze.
He therefore affirms
In confident terms,
That his active courage and earnest zeal
Have usefully served your common weal:
He has openly shown
The style and tone
Of your democracy ruling abroad,
He has placed its practices on record;
The tyrannical arts, the knavish tricks,
That poison all your politics.
Therefore shall we see, this year,
The allies with tribute arriving here,
Eager and anxious all to behold
Their steady protector, the bard so bold;
The bard, they say, that has dared to speak,
To attack the strong, to defend the weak.
His fame in foreign climes is heard,
And a singular instance lately occurred.
It occurred in the case of the Persian king,
Sifting and cross-examining
The Spartan envoys. He demanded
Which of the rival States commanded
The Grecian seas? He asked them next
(Wishing to see them more perplexed)
Which of the two contending powers
Was chiefly abused by this bard of ours?
For he said, "Such a bold, so profound an adviser
By dint of abuse would render them wiser,
More active and able; and briefly that they
Must finally prosper and carry the day. "
Now mark the Lacedæmonian guile!
Demanding an insignificant isle!
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« Ægina," they say, "for a pledge of peace,
As a means to make all jealousy cease. ”
Meanwhile their privy design and plan
Is solely to gain this marvelous man
Knowing his influence on your fate-
By obtaining a hold on his estate
Situate in the isle aforesaid.
---
Therefore there needs to be no more said.
You know their intention, and know that you know it:
You'll keep to your island, and stick to the poet.
And he for his part
Will practice his art
With a patriot heart,
With the honest views
That he now pursues,
And fair buffoonery and abuse:
Not rashly bespattering, or basely beflattering,
Not pimping, or puffing, or acting the ruffian;
Not sneaking or fawning;
But openly scorning
All menace and warning,
All bribes and suborning:
He will do his endeavor on your behalf;
He will teach you to think, he will teach you to laugh.
So Cleon again and again may try;
I value him not, nor fear him, I!
His rage and rhetoric I defy.
His impudence, his politics,
His dirty designs, his rascally tricks,
No stain of abuse on me shall fix.
Justice and right, in his despite,
Shall aid and attend me, and do me right:
With these to friend, I ne'er will bend,
Nor descend
To a humble tone
(Like his own),
As a sneaking loon,
A knavish, slavish, poor poltroon.
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THE APPEAL OF THE CHORUS
From The Knights': Frere's Translation
F A veteran author had wished to engage
IT
Our assistance to-day, for a speech from the stage,
We scarce should have granted so bold a request:
But this author of ours, as the bravest and best,
Deserves an indulgence denied to the rest,
For the courage and vigor, the scorn and the hate,
With which he encounters the pests of the State;
A thoroughbred seaman, intrepid and warm,
Steering outright, in the face of the storm.
But now for the gentle reproaches he bore
On the part of his friends, for refraining before
To embrace the profession, embarking for life
In theatrical storms and poetical strife.
He begs us to state that for reasons of weight
He has lingered so long and determined so late.
For he deemed the achievements of comedy hard,
The boldest attempt of a desperate bard!
The Muse he perceived was capricious and coy;
Though many were courting her, few could enjoy.
And he saw without reason, from season to season,
Your humor would shift, and turn poets adrift,
Requiting old friends with unkindness and treason,
Discarded in scorn as exhausted and worn.
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Seeing Magnes's fate, who was reckoned of late
For the conduct of comedy captain and head;
That so oft on the stage, in the flower of his age,
Had defeated the Chorus his rivals had led;
With his sounds of all sort, that were uttered in sport,
With whims and vagaries unheard of before,
With feathers and wings, and a thousand gay things,
That in frolicsome fancies his Choruses wore —
When his humor was spent, did your temper relent,
To requite the delight that he gave you before?
We beheld him displaced, and expelled and disgraced,
When his hair and his wit were grown aged and hoar.
Then he saw, for a sample, the dismal example
Of noble Cratinus so splendid and ample,
Full of spirit and blood, and enlarged like a flood;
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Whose copious current tore down with its torrent,
Oaks, ashes, and yew, with the ground where they grew,
And his rivals to boot, wrenched up by the root;
And his personal foes, who presumed to oppose,
All drowned and abolished, dispersed and demolished,
And drifted headlong, with a deluge of song.
And his airs and his tunes, and his songs and lampoons,
Were recited and sung by the old and the young:
At our feasts and carousals, what poet but he?
And "The fair Amphibribe" and "The Sycophant Tree,"
"Masters and masons and builders of verse! »
Those were the tunes that all tongues could rehearse;
But since in decay you have cast him away,
Stript of his stops and his musical strings,
Battered and shattered, a broken old instrument,
Shoved out of sight among rubbishy things.
His garlands are faded, and what he deems worst,
His tongue and his palate are parching with thirst.
And now you may meet him alone in the street,
Wearied and worn, tattered and torn,
All decayed and forlorn, in his person and dress,
Whom his former success should exempt from distress,
With subsistence at large at the general charge,
And a seat with the great at the table of State,
There to feast every day and preside at the play
In splendid apparel, triumphant and gay.
Seeing Crates, the next, always teased and perplexed,
With your tyrannous temper tormented and vexed;
That with taste and good sense, without waste or expense,
From his snug little hoard, provided your board
With a delicate treat, economic and neat.
Thus hitting or missing, with crowns or with hissing,
Year after year he pursued his career,
For better or worse, till he finished his course.
These precedents held him in long hesitation;
He replied to his friends, with a just observation,
"That a seaman in regular order is bred
To the oar, to the helm, and to look out ahead;
With diligent practice has fixed in his mind
The signs of the weather, and changes of wind.
And when every point of the service is known,
Undertakes the command of a ship of his own. ”
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For reasons like these,
If your judgment agrees
That he did not embark
Like an ignorant spark,
Or a troublesome lout,
To puzzle and bother, and blunder about,
Give him a shout,
At his first setting out!
And all pull away
With a hearty huzza
For success to the play!
Send him away,
Smiling and gay,
Shining and florid,
With his bald forehead!
THE CLOUD CHORUS
From The Clouds': Andrew Lang's Translation
SOCRATES SPEAKS
H
ITHER, come hither, ye Clouds renowned, and unveil your-
selves here;
[snow,
Come, though ye dwell on the sacred crests of Olympian
Or whether ye dance with the Nereid Choir in the gardens clear,
Or whether your golden urns are dipped in Nile's overflow,
Or whether you dwell by Mæotis mere
Or the snows of Mimas, arise! appear!
And hearken to us, and accept our gifts ere ye rise and go.
THE CLOUDS SING
Immortal Clouds from the echoing shore
Of the father of streams from the sounding sea,
Dewy and fleet, let us rise and soar;
Dewy and gleaming and fleet are we!
Let us look on the tree-clad mountain-crest,
On the sacred earth where the fruits rejoice,
On the waters that murmur east and west,
On the tumbling sea with his moaning voice.
For unwearied glitters the Eye of the Air,
And the bright rays gleam;
Then cast we our shadows of mist, and fare
In our deathless shapes to glance everywhere
From the height of the heaven, on the land and air,
And the Ocean Stream.
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Let us on, ye Maidens that bring the Rain,
Let us gaze on Pallas's citadel,
In the country of Cecrops fair and dear,
The mystic land of the holy cell,
Where the Rites unspoken securely dwell,
And the gifts of the gods that know not stain,
And a people of mortals that know not fear.
For the temples tall and the statues fair,
And the feasts of the gods are holiest there;
The feasts of Immortals, the chaplets of flowers,
And the Bromian mirth at the coming of spring,
And the musical voices that fill the hours,
And the dancing feet of the maids that sing!
GRAND CHORUS OF BIRDS
From The Birds': Swinburne's Translation
C
COME on then, ye dwellers by nature in darkness, and like to the
leaves' generations,
That are little of might, that are molded of mire, unenduring
and shadowlike nations,
Poor plumeless ephemerals, comfortless mortals, as visions of shad-
ows fast fleeing,
Lift up your mind unto us that are deathless, and dateless the date
of our being;
Us, children of heaven, us, ageless for aye, us, all of whose thoughts
are eternal:
That ye may from henceforth, having heard of us all things aright
as to matters supernal,
Of the being of birds, and beginning of gods, and of streams, and
the dark beyond reaching,
Trustfully knowing aright, in my name bid Prodicus pack with his
preaching!
It was Chaos and Night at the first, and the blackness of darkness,
and Hell's broad border,
Earth was not, nor air, neither heaven; when in depths of the womb
of the dark without order
First thing, first-born of the black-plumed Night, was a wind-egg
hatched in her bosom,
Whence timely with seasons revolving again sweet Love burst out as
a blossom,
Gold wings glittering forth of his back, like whirlwinds gustily turning.
He, after his wedlock with Chaos, whose wings are of darkness, in
Hell broad-burning,
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For his nestlings begat him the race of us first, and upraised us to
light new-lighted.
And before this was not the race of the gods, until all things by Love
were united:
And of kind united in kind with communion of nature the sky and
the sea are
Brought forth, and the earth, and the race of the gods everlasting and
blest. So that we are
Far away the most ancient of all things blest. And that we are of
Love's generation
There are manifest manifold signs. We have wings, and with us have
the Loves habitation;
And manifold fair young folk that forswore love once, ere the bloom
of them ended,
Have the men that pursued and desired them subdued by the help of
us only befriended,
With such baits as a quail, a flamingo, a goose, or a cock's comb
staring and splendid.
All best good things that befall men come from us birds, as is plain
to all reason:
For first we proclaim and make known to them spring, and the
winter and autumn in season;
Bid sow, when the crane starts clanging for Afric in shrill-voiced
emigrant number,
And calls to the pilot to hang up his rudder again for the season and
slumber;
And then weave a cloak for Orestes the thief, lest he strip men of
theirs if it freezes.
And again thereafter the kite reappearing announces a change in
the breezes,
And that here is the season for shearing your sheep of their spring
wool. Then does the swallow
Give you notice to sell your great-coat, and provide something light
for the heat that's to follow.
Thus are we as Ammon or Delphi unto you, Dodona, nay, Phœbus
Apollo.
For, as first ye come all to get auguries of birds, even such is in all
things your carriage,
Be the matter a matter of trade, or of earning your bread, or of any
one's marriage.
And all things ye lay to the charge of a bird that belong to discern-
ing prediction:
Winged fame is a bird, as you reckon; you sneeze, and the sign's as
a bird for conviction;
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All tokens are "birds" with you— sounds, too, and lackeys and don-
keys.
hen must it not follow
That we are to you all as the manifest godhead that speaks in pro-
phetic Apollo ?
A RAINY DAY ON THE FARM
From The Peace': Frere's Translation
ow sweet it is to see the new-sown cornfield fresh and even,
Η
With blades just springing from the soil that only ask a shower
from heaven.
Then, while kindly rains are falling, indolently to rejoice,
Till some worthy neighbor calling, cheers you with his hearty voice.
Well, with weather such as this, let us hear, Trygæus tell us
What should you and I be doing? You're the king of us good fellows.
Since it pleases heaven to prosper your endeavors, friend, and mine,
Let us have a merry meeting, with some friendly talk and wine.
In the vineyard there's your lout, hoeing in the slop and mud-
Send the wench and call him out, this weather he can do no good.
Dame, take down two pints of meal, and do some fritters in your way;
Boil some grain and stir it in, and let us have those figs, I say.
Send a servant to my house, -any one that you can spare,—
Let him fetch a beestings pudding, two gherkins, and the pies of hare:
There should be four of them in all, if the cat has left them right;
We heard her racketing and tearing round the larder all last night.
Boy, bring three of them to us,- take the other to my father:
Cut some myrtle for our garlands, sprigs in flower or blossoms rather.
Give a shout upon the way to Charinades our neighbor, [labor.
To join our drinking bout to-day, since heaven is pleased to bless our
THE HARVEST
From The Peace': Translation in the Quarterly Review
OH
H, 'TIS sweet, when fields are ringing
With the merry cricket's singing,
Oft to mark with curious eye
If the vine-tree's time be nigh:
Here is now the fruit whose birth
Cost a throe to Mother Earth.
Sweet it is, too, to be telling,
How the luscious figs are swelling;
Then to riot without measure
In the rich, nectareous treasure,
While our grateful voices chime,-
Happy season! blessed time.
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THE CALL TO THE NIGHTINGALE
From The Birds': Frere's Translation
Α
-
WAKE! awake!
Sleep no more, my gentle mate!
With your tiny tawny bill,
Wake the tuneful echo shrill,
On vale or hill;
Or in her airy rocky seat,
Let her listen and repeat
The tender ditty that you tell,
The sad lament,
The dire event,
To luckless Itys that befell.
Thence the strain
Shall rise again,
And soar amain,
Up to the lofty palace gate
Where mighty Apollo sits in state
In Jove's abode, with his ivory lyre,
Hymning aloud to the heavenly choir,
While all the gods shall join with thee
In a celestial symphony.
THE BUILDING OF CLOUD-CUCKOO-TOWN
From The Birds Frere's Translation
[Enter Messenger, quite out of breath, and speaking in short snatches. ]
Messenger-Where is he? Where? Where is he? Where? Where
is he? —The president Peisthetairus ?
Peisthetairus [coolly]-
Here am I.
Mess. [in a gasp of breath] - Your fortification's finished.
Peis. -
Mess.
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Well! that's well.
A most amazing, astonishing work it is!
So that Theagenes and Proxenides
Might flourish and gasconade and prance away
Quite at their ease, both of them four-in-hand,
Driving abreast upon the breadth of wall,
Each in his own new chariot.
Peis. -
You surprise me.
Mess. And the height (for I made the measurement myself)
Is exactly a hundred fathoms.
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Peis. -
Heaven and earth!
How could it be? such a mass! who could have built it?
Mess. -The Birds; no creature else, no foreigners,
Egyptian bricklayers, workmen or masons.
But they themselves, alone, by their own efforts,—
(Even to my surprise, as an eye-witness)
The Birds, I say, completed everything:
There came a body of thirty thousand cranes,
(I won't be positive, there might be more)
With stones from Africa in their craws and gizzards,
Which the stone-curlews and stone-chatterers
Worked into shape and finished. The sand-martens
And mud-larks, too, were busy in their department,
Mixing the mortar, while the water-birds,
As fast as it was wanted, brought the water
To temper and work it.
Peis. [in a fidget]—
Mess. --
Mess. -
To carry it?
Of course, the carrion crows and carrying pigeons.
Peis. [in a fuss, which he endeavors to conceal ]—
Yes! yes! but after all, to load your hods,
How did you manage that ?
But who served the masons
Who did you get to carry it?
-
Oh, capitally,
I promise you. There were the geese, all barefoot
Trampling the mortar, and when all was ready
They handed it into the hods, so cleverly,
With their flat feet!
Peis. [a bad joke, as a vent for irritation]—
They footed it, you mean
Come; it was handily done though, I confess.
Mess. Indeed, I assure you, it was a sight to see them;
And trains of ducks there were, clambering the ladders
With their duck legs, like bricklayers' 'prentices,
All dapper and handy, with their little trowels.
Peis. In fact, then, it's no use engaging foreigners;
Mere folly and waste, we've all within ourselves.
Ah, well now, come! But about the woodwork? Heh!
Who were the carpenters? Answer me that!
Mess. The woodpeckers, of course: and there they were,
Laboring upon the gates, driving and banging,
With their hard hatchet-beaks, and such a din,
Such a clatter, as they made, hammering and hacking,
In a perpetual peal, pelting away
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Like shipwrights, hard at work in the arsenal.
And now their work is finished, gates and all,
Staples and bolts, and bars and everything;
The sentries at their posts; patrols appointed;
The watchman in the barbican; the beacons
Ready prepared for lighting; all their signals
Arranged - but I'll step out, just for a moment,
To wash my hands. You'll settle all the rest.
CHORUS OF WOMEN
From the Thesmophoriazusæ': Collins's Translation
THE
HEY'RE always abusing the women,
As a terrible plague to men:
They say we're the root of all evil,
And repeat it again and again;
Of war, and quarrels, and bloodshed,
All mischief, be what it may!
And pray, then, why do you marry us,
If we're all the plagues you say?
And why do you take such care of us,
And keep us so safe at home,
And are never easy a moment
If ever we chance to roam ?
When you ought to be thanking heaven
That your Plague is out of the way,
You all keep fussing and fretting-
"Where is my Plague to-day? "
――
If a Plague peeps out of the window,
Up go the eyes of men;
If she hides, then they all keep staring
Until she looks out again.
CHORUS OF MYSTÆ IN HADES
From The Frogs': Frere's Translation
CHORUS [shouting and singing]
ACCHUS! Iacchus! Ho!
Iacchus! Iacchus! Ho!
Xanthias-There, master, there they are, the initiated
All sporting about as he told us we should find 'em.
They're singing in praise of Bacchus like Diagoras.
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Bacchus
Bac.
-
Indeed, and so they are; but we'll keep quiet
Till we make them out a little more distinctly.
CHORUS [Song]
Mighty Bacchus! Holy Power!
Hither at the wonted hour
Come away,
Come away,
With the wanton holiday,
Where the revel uproar leads
To the mystic holy meads,
Where the frolic votaries fly,
With a tipsy shout and cry;
Flourishing the Thyrsus high,
Flinging forth, alert and airy,
To the sacred old vagary,
The tumultuous dance and song,
Sacred from the vulgar throng;
Mystic orgies that are known
To the votaries alone -
To the mystic chorus solely—
Secret-unrevealed- and holy.
Xan. O glorious virgin, daughter of the Goddess!
―――
--
What a scent of roasted griskin reached my senses!
Keep quiet and watch for a chance of a piece of the has-
lets.
CHORUS [Song]
Raise the fiery torches high!
Bacchus is approaching nigh,
Like the planet of the morn
Breaking with the hoary dawn
On the dark solemnity—
There they flash upon the sight;
All the plain is blazing bright,
Flushed and overflown with light:
Age has cast his years away,
And the cares of many a day,
Sporting to the lively lay-
Mighty Bacchus! march and lead
(Torch in hand toward the mead)
Thy devoted humble Chorus;
Mighty Bacchus - move before us!
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Keep silence - keep peace
and let all the profane
From our holy solemnity duly refrain;
Whose souls, unenlightened by taste, are obscure;
Whose poetical notions are dark and impure;
Whose theatrical conscience
Is sullied by nonsense;
Who never were trained by the mighty Cratinus
In mystical orgies, poetic and vinous;
Who delight in buffooning and jests out of season;
Who promote the designs of oppression and treason;
Who foster sedition and strife and debate;
All traitors, in short, to the Stage and the State:
Who surrender a fort, or in private export
To places and harbors of hostile resort
Clandestine consignments of cables and pitch, -
In the way that Thorycion grew to be rich
From a scoundrelly dirty collector of tribute:
All such we reject and severely prohibit;
All statesmen retrenching the fees and the salaries
Of theatrical bards, in revenge for the railleries
And jests and lampoons of this holy solemnity,
Profanely pursuing their personal enmity,
For having been flouted and scoffed and scorned-
All such are admonished and heartily warned;
We warn them once,
We warn them twice,
we warn them thrice,
To conform to the law,
To retire and withdraw;
We warn and admonish
―
While the Chorus again with the formal saw,
(Fixt and assign'd to the festive day)
Move to the measure and march away.
SEMI-CHORUS
March! march! lead forth,
Lead forth manfully,
March in order all;
Bustling, hustling, justling,
As it may befall;
Flocking, shouting, laughing,
Mocking, flouting, quaffing,
One and all;
All have had a belly-full
Of breakfast brave and plentiful;
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Therefore
Evermore
With your voices and your bodies
Serve the goddess,
And raise
Songs of praise;
She shall save the country still,
And save it against the traitor's will;
So she says.
SEMI-CHORUS
Now let us raise in a different strain
The praise of the goddess, the giver of grain;
Imploring her favor
With other behavior,
In measures more sober, submissive, and graver.
SEMI-CHORUS
Ceres, holy patroness,
Condescend to mark and bless,
With benevolent regard,
Both the Chorus and the Bard;
Grant them for the present day
Many things to sing and say,
Follies intermixed with sense;
Folly, but without offense.
Grant them with the present play
To bear the prize of verse away.
SEMI-CHORUS
Now call again, and with a different measure,
The power of mirth and pleasure;
The florid, active Bacchus, bright and gay,
To journey forth and join us on the way.
SEMI-CHORUS
O Bacchus, attend! the customary patron of every lively lay;
Go forth without delay
Thy wonted annual way,
To meet the ceremonious holy matron:
Her grave procession gracing,
Thine airy footsteps tracing
With unlaborious, light, celestial motion;
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And here at thy devotion
Behold thy faithful choir
In pitiful attire:
All overworn and ragged,
This jerkin old and jagged,
These buskins torn and burst,
Though sufferers in the fray,
May serve us at the worst
To sport throughout the day;
And then within the shades
I spy some lovely maids
With whom we romped and reveled,
Dismantled and disheveled,
With their bosoms open,-
With whom we might be coping.
Xan. -Well, I was always hearty,
Disposed to mirth and ease:
I'm ready to join the party.
And I will if you please.
Bac. -
A PARODY OF EURIPIDES'S LYRIC VERSE
From The Frogs
H
ALCYONS ye by the flowing sea
Waves that warble twitteringly,
Circling over the tumbling blue,
Dipping your down in its briny dew,
Spi-i-iders in corners dim
Spi-spi-spinning your fairy film,
Shuttles echoing round the room
Silver notes of the whistling loom,
Where the light-footed dolphin skips
Down the wake of the dark-prowed ships,
Over the course of the racing steed
Where the clustering tendrils breed
Grapes to drown dull care in delight,
Oh! mother make me a child again just for to-night!
I don't exactly see how that last line is to scan,
But that's a consideration I leave to our musical man.
II-50
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[The point of the following selection lies in the monotony of both narra-
tive style and metre in Euripides's prologues, and especially his regular
cæsura after the fifth syllable of a line. The burlesque tag used by Aris-
tophanes to demonstrate this effect could not be applied in the same way
to any of the fourteen extant plays of Sophocles and Æschylus. ]
Eschylus-And by Jove, I'll not stop to cut up your verses
word by word, but if the gods are propitious I'll spoil
all your prologues with a little flask of smelling-
salts.
Euripides-With a flask of smelling-salts?
Esch. With a single one. For you build your verses so that
anything will fit into the metre, a leathern sack,
or eider-down, or smelling-salts. I'll show you.
Eur. So, you'll show me, will you?
Esch. I will that.
Dionysus-Pronounce.
Eur. [declaiming]—
-
-
Eur. -
THE PROLOGUES OF EURIPIDES
From The Frogs'
-
Esch-
- lost his smelling-salts.
Dion. What the mischief have the smelling-salts got to do with.
it? Recite another prologue to him and let me see.
Esch-
―
Ægyptus, as broad-bruited fame reports,
With fifty children voyaging the main
To Argos came, and
Dionysus, thyrsus-armed and faun-skin-clad,
Amid the torchlights on Parnassus's slope
Dancing and prancing
Esch. -
- lost his smelling-salts.
Dion. - Caught out again by the smelling-salts.
Eur. - No matter. Here's a prologue that he can't fit 'em to.
No lot of mortal man is wholly blest:
}
The high-born youth hath lacked the means of life,
The lowly lout hath
-lost his smelling-salts.
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Dion. - Euripides-
Eur. -
Dion. -
Best take in sail.
These smelling-salts, methinks, will blow a gale.
I'll fix him next time.
Eur. - What do I care?
Dion. - Well, recite another, and steer clear of the smelling-salts.
Eur. -
—
―
Esch. -
-lost his smelling-salts.
Dion. My dear fellow, buy those smelling-salts, or there won't
be a rag left of all your prologues.
Eur. - What? I buy 'em of him?
Dion. If you'll be advised by me.
Eur. Not a bit of it. I've lots of prologues where he can't
work 'em in.
-
Well, what?
Cadmus departing from the town of Tyre,
Son of Agenor
――――――
Esch. -
-lost his smelling-salts.
Dion. There they are again, you see. Do let him have 'em,
my good Eschylus. You can replace 'em for a
nickel.
I've not run out yet.
Never.
-
Pelops the Tantalid to Pisa coming
With speedy coursers
Eneus from broad fields
Esch. -
Eur. - Let me say the whole verse, won't you?
-lost his smelling-salts.
Esch. -
-lost his smelling-salts.
Dion. While sacrificing? Who filched them?
Eur. -Oh, never mind him. Let him try it on this verse:
Zeus, as the word of sooth declared of old-
Eneus from broad fields reaped a mighty crop
And offering first-fruits
Dion. It's no use, he'll say Zeus lost his smelling-salts. For
those smelling-salts fit your prologues like a kid
glove. But go on and turn your attention to his
lyrics.
'The Peace,' B. C. 421: in support of the Peace of Nicias, ratified
soon afterward (Grote's 'History of Greece,' Vol. vi. , page 492).
Trygæus, an honest vine-dresser yearning for his farm, in parody of
the Bellerophon of Euripides, ascends to heaven on a dung-beetle.
He there hauls Peace from the bottom of the well into which she
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had been cast by Ares, and brings her home in triumph to Greece,
when she inaugurates a reign of plenty and uproarious jollity, and
celebrates the nuptials of Trygæus and her handmaid Opora (Har-
vest-home).
'The Birds,' B. C. 414. Peisthetærus (Plausible) and Euelpides
(Hopeful), whose names and deeds are perhaps a satire on the
unbounded ambition that brought ruin on Athens at Syracuse, jour-
ney to Birdland and persuade King Hoopoe to induce the birds to
build Nephelococcygia or Cloud-Cuckoo-Burgh in the air between the
gods and men, starve out the gods with a "Melian famine," and rule
the world themselves. The gods, their supplies of incense cut off,
are forced to treat, and Peisthetærus receives in marriage Basileia
(Sovereignty), the daughter of Zeus. The mise en scène, with the gor-
geous plumage of the bird-chorus, must have been very impressive,
and many of the choric songs are exceedingly beautiful. There is an
interesting account by Professor Jebb in the Fortnightly Review
(Vol. xli. ) of a performance of 'The Birds' at Cambridge in 1884.
Two plays, B. C. 411: (1) at the Lenæa, 'The Lysistrata,' in which
the women of Athens and Sparta by a secession from bed and board
compel their husbands to end the war; (2) The Thesmophoriazusæ ›
or Women's Festival of Demeter, a licentious but irresistibly funny
assault upon Euripides. The tragedian, learning that the women in
council assembled are debating on the punishment due to his miso-
gyny, implores the effeminate poet Agathon to intercede for him.
That failing, he dispatches his kinsman Mnesilochus, disguised with
singed beard and woman's robes, a sight to shake the midriff of
despair with laughter, to plead his cause. The advocate's excess of
zeal betrays him; he is arrested: and the remainder of the play is
occupied by the ludicrous devices, borrowed or parodied from well-
known Euripidean tragedies, by which the poet endeavors to rescue
his intercessor.
'The Frogs,' B. C. 405, in the brief respite of hope between the
victory of Arginusæ and the final overthrow of Athens at Egos-
potami. Eschylus, Sophocles, and Euripides are dead. The minor
bards are a puny folk, and Dionysus is resolved to descend to Hades
in quest of a truly creative poet, one capable of a figure like "my
star god's glow-worm," or "His honor rooted in dishonor stood. "
After many surprising adventures by the way, and in the outer pre-
cincts of the underworld, accompanied by his Sancho Panza, Xan-
thias, he arrives at the court of Pluto just in time to be chosen arbi-
trator of the great contest between Eschylus and Euripides for the
tragic throne in Hades. The comparisons and parodies of the styles
of Eschylus and Euripides that follow, constitute, in spite of their
comic exaggeration, one of the most entertaining and discriminating
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chapters of literary criticism extant, and give us an exalted idea of
the intelligence of the audience that appreciated them. Dionysus
decides for Eschylus, and leads him back in triumph to the upper
world.
The Ecclesiazusæ' or 'Ladies in Parliament,' B. C. 393: appar-
ently a satire on the communistic theories which must have been
current in the discussions of the schools before they found definite
expression in Plato's 'Republic. ' The ladies of Athens rise betimes,
purloin their husbands' hats and canes, pack the Assembly, and pass
a measure to intrust the reins of government to women. An extrav-
agant and licentious communism is the result.
The Plutus,' B. C. 388: a second and much altered edition of a
play represented for the first time in 408. With the 'Ecclesiazusæ
it marks the transition to the Middle Comedy, there being no para-
basis, and little of the exuberant verve of the older pieces. The
blind god of Wealth recovers his eyesight by sleeping in the temple
of Esculapius, and proceeds to distribute the gifts of fortune more
equitably.
The assignment of the dates and restoration of the plots of the
thirty-two lost plays, of which a few not very interesting fragments
remain, belong to the domain of conjectural erudition.
Aristophanes has been regarded by some critics as a grave moral
censor, veiling his high purpose behind the grinning mask of comedy;
by others as a buffoon of genius, whose only object was to raise a
laugh. Both sides of the question are ingeniously and copiously
argued in Browning's 'Aristophanes' Apology'; and there is a judi-
cious summing up of the case of Aristophanes vs. Euripides in Pro-
fessor Jebb's lectures on Greek poetry. The soberer view seems
to be that while predominantly a comic artist, obeying the instincts
of his genius, he did frequently make his comedy the vehicle of an
earnest conservative polemic against the new spirit of the age in
Literature, Philosophy, and Politics. He pursued Euripides with
relentless ridicule because his dramatic motives lent themselves to
parody, and his lines were on the lips of every theatre-goer; but
also because he believed that Euripides had spoiled the old, stately,
heroic art of Eschylus and Sophocles by incongruous infusions of
realism and sentimentalism, and had debased the "large utterance of
the early gods" by an unhallowed mixture of colloquialism, dialectic,
and chicane.
Aristophanes travestied the teachings of Socrates because his un-
gainly figure, and the oddity (atopia) attributed to him even by Plato,
made him an excellent butt; yet also because he felt strongly that it
was better for the young Athenian to spend his days in the Palæstra,
or "where the elm-tree whispers to the plane," than in filing a
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contentious tongue on barren logomachies. That Socrates in fact
discussed only ethical problems, and disclaimed all sympathy with
speculations about things above our heads, made no difference: he
was the best human embodiment of a hateful educational error. And
similarly the assault upon Cleon, the "pun-pelleting of demagogues
from Pnux," was partly due to the young aristocrat's instinctive aver-
sion to the coarse popular leader, and to the broad mark which the
latter presented to the shafts of satire, but equally, perhaps, to a
genuine patriotic revolt at the degradation of Athenian politics in
the hands of the successors of Pericles.
But Aristophanes's ideas interest us less than his art and humor.
We have seen the nature of his plots. In such a topsy-turvy world
there is little opportunity for nice delineation of character. His per-
sonages are mainly symbols or caricatures. Yet they are vividly if
broadly sketched, and genuine touches of human nature lend veri-
similitude to their most improbable actions. One or two traditional
comic types appear for the first time, apparently, on his stage:
the alternately cringing and familiar slave or valet of comedy, in
his Xanthias and Karion; and in Dicæopolis, Strepsiades, Demos,
Trygæus, and Dionysus, the sensual, jovial, shrewd, yet naïve and
credulous middle-aged bourgeois gentilhomme or 'Sganarelle,' who is
not ashamed to avow his poltroonery, and yet can, on occasion,
maintain his rights with sturdy independence.
But the chief attraction of Aristophanes is the abounding comic
force and verve of his style. It resembles an impetuous torrent,
whose swift rush purifies in its flow the grossness and obscenity
inseparable from the origin of comedy, and buoys up and sweeps
along on the current of fancy and improvisation the chaff and dross
of vulgar jests, puns, scurrilous personalities, and cheap "gags,"
allowing no time for chilling reflections or criticism. Jests which
are singly feeble combine to induce a mood of extravagant hilarity
when huddled upon us with such "impossible conveyance. " This
vivida vis animi can hardly be reproduced in a translation, and disap-
pears altogether in an attempt at an abstract enumeration of the
poet's inexhaustible devices for comic effect. He himself repeatedly
boasts of the fertility of his invention, and claims to have discarded
the coarse farce of his predecessors for something more worthy of
the refined intelligence of his clever audience. Yet it must be ac-
knowledged that much even of his wit is the mere filth-throwing of
a naughty boy; or at best the underbred jocularity of the "funny
column," the topical song, or the minstrel show. There are puns on
the names of notable personages; a grotesque, fantastic, punning
fauna, flora, and geography of Greece; a constant succession of sur-
prises effected by the sudden substitution of low or incongruous terms
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in proverbs, quotations, and legal or religious formulas; scenes in
dialect, scenes of excellent fooling in the vein of Uncle Toby and the
Clown, girds at the audience, personalities that for us have lost their
point, about Cleonymus the caster-away of shields, or Euripides's
herb-selling mother, and everywhere unstinted service to the great
gods Priapus and Cloacina.
A finer instrument of comic effect is the parody. The countless
parodies of the lyric and dramatic literature of Greece are perhaps
the most remarkable testimony extant to the intelligence of an
Athenian audience. Did they infallibly catch the allusion when Di-
cæopolis welcomed back to the Athenian fish-market the long-lost
Copaic eel in high Eschylean strain,—
"Of fifty nymphs Copaic alderliefest queen,»
and then, his voice breaking with the intolerable pathos of Admetus's
farewell to the dying Alcestis, added,
"Yea, even in death
Thou'lt bide with me, embalmed and beet-beste wed»?
Did they recognize the blasphemous Pindaric pun in "Helle's holy
straits," for a tight place, and appreciate all the niceties of diction,
metre, and dramatic art discriminated in the comparison between
Æschylus and Euripides in the 'Frogs'? At any rate, no Athenian
could miss the fun of Dicæopolis (like Hector's baby) "scared at the
dazzling plume and nodding crest" of the swashbuckler Lamachus,
of Philocleon, clinging to his ass's belly like Odysseus escaping under
the ram from the Cyclops's cave; of the baby in the Thesmophoria-
zusæ seized as a Euripidean hostage, and turning out a wine bottle
in swaddling-clothes; of light-foot Iris in the rôle of a saucy, fright-
ened soubrette; of the heaven-defying Eschylean Prometheus hiding
under an umbrella from the thunderbolts of Zeus. And they must
have felt instinctively what only a laborious erudition reveals to us,
the sudden subtle modulations of the colloquial comic verse into
mock-heroic travesty of high tragedy or lyric.
Euripides, the chief victim of Aristophanes's genius for parody, was
so burlesqued that his best known lines became by-words, and his
most ardent admirers, the very Balaustions and Euthukleses, must
have grinned when they heard them, like a pair of augurs.
If we
conceive five or six Shakespearean comedies filled from end to end
with ancient Pistols hallooing to "pampered jades of Asia,” and Dr.
Caiuses chanting of "a thousand vagrom posies," we may form some
idea of Aristophanes's handling of the notorious lines-
«The tongue has sworn, the mind remains unsworn. »
"Thou lovest life, thy sire loves it too. "
"Who knows if life and death be truly one? »
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But the charm of Aristophanes does not lie in any of these things
singly, but in the combination of ingenious and paradoxical fancy
with an inexhaustible flow of apt language by which they are held up
and borne out. His personages are ready to make believe anything.
Nothing surprises them long. They enter into the spirit of each
new conceit, and can always discover fresh analogies to bear it out.
The very plots of his plays are realized metaphors or embodied con-
ceits. And the same concrete vividness of imagination is displayed
in single scenes and episodes. The Better and the Worse Reason
plead the causes of the old and new education in person. Cleon and
Brasidas are the pestles with which War proposes to bray Greece in
a mortar; the triremes of Athens in council assembled declare that
they will rot in the docks sooner than yield their virginity to musty,
fusty Hyperbolus. The fair cities of Greece stand about waiting for
the recovery of Peace from her Well, with dreadful black eyes, poor
things; Armisticia and Harvest-Home tread the stage in the flesh,
and Nincompoop and Defraudation are among the gods.
The special metaphor or conceit of each play attracts appropriate
words and images, and creates a distinct atmosphere of its own. In
the 'Knights' the air fairly reeks with the smell of leather and the
tanyard. The 'Birds' transport us to a world of trillings and pip-
ings, and beaks and feathers. There is a buzzing and a humming
and a stinging throughout the 'Wasps. ' The 'Clouds' drip with
mist, and are dim with aërial vaporous effects.
Aristophanes was the original inventor of Bob Acres's style of
oath the so-called referential or sentimental swearing. Dicæopolis
invokes Ecbatana when Shamartabas struts upon the stage. Socrates
in the Clouds' swears by the everlasting vapors. King Hoopoe's
favorite oath is "Odds nets and birdlime. " And the vein of humor
that lies in over-ingenious, elaborate, and sustained metaphor was
first worked in these comedies. All these excellences are summed
up in the incomparable wealth and flexibility of his vocabulary. He
has a Shakespearean mastery of the technicalities of every art and
mystery, an appalling command of billingsgate and of the language
of the cuisine, and would tire Falstaff and Prince Hal with base com-
parisons. And not content with the existing resources of the Greek
vocabulary, he coins grotesque or beautiful compounds, — exquisite
epithets like "Botruodōré» (bestower of the vine), "heliomanes"
(drunk-with-sunlight), "myriad-flagoned phrases," untranslatable "port-
manteaus" like "plouthugieia" (health-and-wealthfulness), and Gar-
gantuan agglomerations of syllables like the portentous olla podrida at
the end of the 'Ecclesiazusæ. '
The great comic writer, as the example of Molière proves, need
not be a poet.
But the mere overflow of careless poetic power which
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is manifested by Aristophanes would have sufficed to set up any
ordinary tragedian or lyrist. In plastic mastery of language only two
Greek writers can vie with him, - Plato and Homer. In the easy grace
and native harmony of his verse he outsings all the tragedians, even
that Eschylus whom he praised as the man who had written the
most exquisite songs of any poet of the time. In his blank verse he
easily strikes every note, from that of the urbane, unaffected, collo-
quial Attic, to parody of high or subtle tragic diction hardly distin-
guishable from its model. He can adapt his metres to the expression
of every shade of feeling. He has short, snapping, fiery trochees, like
sparks from their own holm oak, to represent the choler of the
Acharnians; eager, joyous glyconics to bundle up a sycophant and
hustle him off the stage, or for the young knights of Athens cele-
brating Phormio's sea fights, and chanting, horse-taming Poseidon,
Pallas, guardian of the State, and Victory, companion of the dance;
the quickstep march of the trochaic tetrameter to tell how the Attic
wasps, true children of the soil, charged the Persians at Marathon;
and above all-the chosen vehicle of his wildest conceits, his most
audacious fancies, and his strongest appeals to the better judgment
of the citizens- the anapæstic tetrameter, that "resonant and trium-
phant» metre of which even Mr. Swinburne's anapæsts can repro-
duce only a faint and far-off echo.
But he has more than the opulent diction and the singing voice
of the poet. He has the key to fairy-land, a feeling for nature which
we thought romantic and modern, and in his lyrics the native wood-
notes wild of his own Mousa lochmaia' (the muse of the coppice).
The chorus of the Mystæ in the Frogs,' the rustic idyl of the
'Peace,' the songs of the girls in the 'Lysistrata,' the call of the
nightingale, the hymns of the Clouds,' the speech of the "Just
Reason," and the grand chorus of birds, reveal Aristophanes as not
only the first comic writer of Greece, but as one of the very greatest
of her poets.
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Among the many editions of Aristophanes, those most useful to
the student and the general reader are doubtless the text edited by
Bergk (2 vols. , 1867), and the translations of the five most famous
plays by John Hookham Frere, to be found in his complete works.
свету
Рише ве
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THE ORIGIN OF THE PELOPONNESIAN WAR
From The Acharnians': Frere's Translation
DICEOPOLIS
B
E NOT surprised, most excellent spectators,
If I that am a beggar have presumed
To claim an audience upon public matters,
Even in a comedy; for comedy
Is conversant in all the rules of justice,
And can distinguish betwixt right and wrong.
The words I speak are bold, but just and true.
Cleon at least cannot accuse me now,
That I defame the city before strangers,
For this is the Lenæan festival,
And here we meet, all by ourselves alone;
No deputies are arrived as yet with tribute,
No strangers or allies: but here we sit
A chosen sample, clean as sifted corn,
With our own denizens as a kind of chaff.
First, I detest the Spartans most extremely;
And wish that Neptune, the Tænarian deity,
Would bury them in their houses with his earthquakes.
For I've had losses-losses, let me tell ye,
Like other people; vines cut down and injured.
But among friends (for only friends are here
Why should we blame the Spartans for all this?
For people of ours, some people of our own,—
Some people from among us here, I mean:
But not the People (pray, remember that);
I never said the People, but a pack
Of paltry people, mere pretended citizens,
Base counterfeits,- went laying informations,
And making a confiscation of the jerkins
Imported here from Megara; pigs, moreover,
Pumpkins, and pecks of salt, and ropes of onions,
Were voted to be merchandise from Megara,
Denounced, and seized, and sold upon the spot.
Well, these might pass, as petty local matters.
But now, behold, some doughty drunken youths
Kidnap, and carry away from Megara,
The courtesan, Simætha. Those of Megara,
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In hot retaliation, seize a brace
Of equal strumpets, hurried forth perforce
From Dame Aspasia's house of recreation.
So this was the beginning of the war,
All over Greece, owing to these three strumpets.
For Pericles, like an Olympian Jove,
With all his thunder and his thunderbolts,
Began to storm and lighten dreadfully,
Alarming all the neighborhood of Greece;
And made decrees, drawn up like drinking songs,
In which it was enacted and concluded
That the Megarians should remain excluded
From every place where commerce was transacted,
With all their ware-like "old Care" in the ballad:
And this decree, by land and sea, was valid.
Then the Megarians, being all half starved,
Desired the Spartans to desire of us
Just to repeal those laws; the laws I mentioned,
Occasioned by the stealing of those strumpets.
And so they begged and prayed us several times;
And we refused: and so they went to war.
THE POET'S APOLOGY
From The Acharnians': Frere's Translation
Ο
UR poet has never as yet
Esteemed it proper or fit
To detain you with a long
Encomiastic song
On his own superior wit;
But being abused and accused,
And attacked of late
As a foe of the State,
He makes an appeal in his proper defense,
To your voluble humor and temper and sense,
With the following plea:
Namely, that he
Never attempted or ever meant
To scandalize
In any wise
Your mighty imperial government.
Moreover he says,
That in various ways
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He presumes to have merited honor and praise;
Exhorting you still to stick to your rights,
And no more to be fooled with rhetorical flights;
Such as of late each envoy tries
On the behalf of your allies,
That come to plead their cause before ye,
With fulsome phrase, and a foolish story
Of "violet crowns" and "Athenian glory,»
With "sumptuous Athens" at every word:
"Sumptuous Athens" is always heard;
"Sumptuous" ever, a suitable phrase
For a dish of meat or a beast at graze.
He therefore affirms
In confident terms,
That his active courage and earnest zeal
Have usefully served your common weal:
He has openly shown
The style and tone
Of your democracy ruling abroad,
He has placed its practices on record;
The tyrannical arts, the knavish tricks,
That poison all your politics.
Therefore shall we see, this year,
The allies with tribute arriving here,
Eager and anxious all to behold
Their steady protector, the bard so bold;
The bard, they say, that has dared to speak,
To attack the strong, to defend the weak.
His fame in foreign climes is heard,
And a singular instance lately occurred.
It occurred in the case of the Persian king,
Sifting and cross-examining
The Spartan envoys. He demanded
Which of the rival States commanded
The Grecian seas? He asked them next
(Wishing to see them more perplexed)
Which of the two contending powers
Was chiefly abused by this bard of ours?
For he said, "Such a bold, so profound an adviser
By dint of abuse would render them wiser,
More active and able; and briefly that they
Must finally prosper and carry the day. "
Now mark the Lacedæmonian guile!
Demanding an insignificant isle!
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« Ægina," they say, "for a pledge of peace,
As a means to make all jealousy cease. ”
Meanwhile their privy design and plan
Is solely to gain this marvelous man
Knowing his influence on your fate-
By obtaining a hold on his estate
Situate in the isle aforesaid.
---
Therefore there needs to be no more said.
You know their intention, and know that you know it:
You'll keep to your island, and stick to the poet.
And he for his part
Will practice his art
With a patriot heart,
With the honest views
That he now pursues,
And fair buffoonery and abuse:
Not rashly bespattering, or basely beflattering,
Not pimping, or puffing, or acting the ruffian;
Not sneaking or fawning;
But openly scorning
All menace and warning,
All bribes and suborning:
He will do his endeavor on your behalf;
He will teach you to think, he will teach you to laugh.
So Cleon again and again may try;
I value him not, nor fear him, I!
His rage and rhetoric I defy.
His impudence, his politics,
His dirty designs, his rascally tricks,
No stain of abuse on me shall fix.
Justice and right, in his despite,
Shall aid and attend me, and do me right:
With these to friend, I ne'er will bend,
Nor descend
To a humble tone
(Like his own),
As a sneaking loon,
A knavish, slavish, poor poltroon.
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THE APPEAL OF THE CHORUS
From The Knights': Frere's Translation
F A veteran author had wished to engage
IT
Our assistance to-day, for a speech from the stage,
We scarce should have granted so bold a request:
But this author of ours, as the bravest and best,
Deserves an indulgence denied to the rest,
For the courage and vigor, the scorn and the hate,
With which he encounters the pests of the State;
A thoroughbred seaman, intrepid and warm,
Steering outright, in the face of the storm.
But now for the gentle reproaches he bore
On the part of his friends, for refraining before
To embrace the profession, embarking for life
In theatrical storms and poetical strife.
He begs us to state that for reasons of weight
He has lingered so long and determined so late.
For he deemed the achievements of comedy hard,
The boldest attempt of a desperate bard!
The Muse he perceived was capricious and coy;
Though many were courting her, few could enjoy.
And he saw without reason, from season to season,
Your humor would shift, and turn poets adrift,
Requiting old friends with unkindness and treason,
Discarded in scorn as exhausted and worn.
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Seeing Magnes's fate, who was reckoned of late
For the conduct of comedy captain and head;
That so oft on the stage, in the flower of his age,
Had defeated the Chorus his rivals had led;
With his sounds of all sort, that were uttered in sport,
With whims and vagaries unheard of before,
With feathers and wings, and a thousand gay things,
That in frolicsome fancies his Choruses wore —
When his humor was spent, did your temper relent,
To requite the delight that he gave you before?
We beheld him displaced, and expelled and disgraced,
When his hair and his wit were grown aged and hoar.
Then he saw, for a sample, the dismal example
Of noble Cratinus so splendid and ample,
Full of spirit and blood, and enlarged like a flood;
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Whose copious current tore down with its torrent,
Oaks, ashes, and yew, with the ground where they grew,
And his rivals to boot, wrenched up by the root;
And his personal foes, who presumed to oppose,
All drowned and abolished, dispersed and demolished,
And drifted headlong, with a deluge of song.
And his airs and his tunes, and his songs and lampoons,
Were recited and sung by the old and the young:
At our feasts and carousals, what poet but he?
And "The fair Amphibribe" and "The Sycophant Tree,"
"Masters and masons and builders of verse! »
Those were the tunes that all tongues could rehearse;
But since in decay you have cast him away,
Stript of his stops and his musical strings,
Battered and shattered, a broken old instrument,
Shoved out of sight among rubbishy things.
His garlands are faded, and what he deems worst,
His tongue and his palate are parching with thirst.
And now you may meet him alone in the street,
Wearied and worn, tattered and torn,
All decayed and forlorn, in his person and dress,
Whom his former success should exempt from distress,
With subsistence at large at the general charge,
And a seat with the great at the table of State,
There to feast every day and preside at the play
In splendid apparel, triumphant and gay.
Seeing Crates, the next, always teased and perplexed,
With your tyrannous temper tormented and vexed;
That with taste and good sense, without waste or expense,
From his snug little hoard, provided your board
With a delicate treat, economic and neat.
Thus hitting or missing, with crowns or with hissing,
Year after year he pursued his career,
For better or worse, till he finished his course.
These precedents held him in long hesitation;
He replied to his friends, with a just observation,
"That a seaman in regular order is bred
To the oar, to the helm, and to look out ahead;
With diligent practice has fixed in his mind
The signs of the weather, and changes of wind.
And when every point of the service is known,
Undertakes the command of a ship of his own. ”
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For reasons like these,
If your judgment agrees
That he did not embark
Like an ignorant spark,
Or a troublesome lout,
To puzzle and bother, and blunder about,
Give him a shout,
At his first setting out!
And all pull away
With a hearty huzza
For success to the play!
Send him away,
Smiling and gay,
Shining and florid,
With his bald forehead!
THE CLOUD CHORUS
From The Clouds': Andrew Lang's Translation
SOCRATES SPEAKS
H
ITHER, come hither, ye Clouds renowned, and unveil your-
selves here;
[snow,
Come, though ye dwell on the sacred crests of Olympian
Or whether ye dance with the Nereid Choir in the gardens clear,
Or whether your golden urns are dipped in Nile's overflow,
Or whether you dwell by Mæotis mere
Or the snows of Mimas, arise! appear!
And hearken to us, and accept our gifts ere ye rise and go.
THE CLOUDS SING
Immortal Clouds from the echoing shore
Of the father of streams from the sounding sea,
Dewy and fleet, let us rise and soar;
Dewy and gleaming and fleet are we!
Let us look on the tree-clad mountain-crest,
On the sacred earth where the fruits rejoice,
On the waters that murmur east and west,
On the tumbling sea with his moaning voice.
For unwearied glitters the Eye of the Air,
And the bright rays gleam;
Then cast we our shadows of mist, and fare
In our deathless shapes to glance everywhere
From the height of the heaven, on the land and air,
And the Ocean Stream.
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Let us on, ye Maidens that bring the Rain,
Let us gaze on Pallas's citadel,
In the country of Cecrops fair and dear,
The mystic land of the holy cell,
Where the Rites unspoken securely dwell,
And the gifts of the gods that know not stain,
And a people of mortals that know not fear.
For the temples tall and the statues fair,
And the feasts of the gods are holiest there;
The feasts of Immortals, the chaplets of flowers,
And the Bromian mirth at the coming of spring,
And the musical voices that fill the hours,
And the dancing feet of the maids that sing!
GRAND CHORUS OF BIRDS
From The Birds': Swinburne's Translation
C
COME on then, ye dwellers by nature in darkness, and like to the
leaves' generations,
That are little of might, that are molded of mire, unenduring
and shadowlike nations,
Poor plumeless ephemerals, comfortless mortals, as visions of shad-
ows fast fleeing,
Lift up your mind unto us that are deathless, and dateless the date
of our being;
Us, children of heaven, us, ageless for aye, us, all of whose thoughts
are eternal:
That ye may from henceforth, having heard of us all things aright
as to matters supernal,
Of the being of birds, and beginning of gods, and of streams, and
the dark beyond reaching,
Trustfully knowing aright, in my name bid Prodicus pack with his
preaching!
It was Chaos and Night at the first, and the blackness of darkness,
and Hell's broad border,
Earth was not, nor air, neither heaven; when in depths of the womb
of the dark without order
First thing, first-born of the black-plumed Night, was a wind-egg
hatched in her bosom,
Whence timely with seasons revolving again sweet Love burst out as
a blossom,
Gold wings glittering forth of his back, like whirlwinds gustily turning.
He, after his wedlock with Chaos, whose wings are of darkness, in
Hell broad-burning,
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For his nestlings begat him the race of us first, and upraised us to
light new-lighted.
And before this was not the race of the gods, until all things by Love
were united:
And of kind united in kind with communion of nature the sky and
the sea are
Brought forth, and the earth, and the race of the gods everlasting and
blest. So that we are
Far away the most ancient of all things blest. And that we are of
Love's generation
There are manifest manifold signs. We have wings, and with us have
the Loves habitation;
And manifold fair young folk that forswore love once, ere the bloom
of them ended,
Have the men that pursued and desired them subdued by the help of
us only befriended,
With such baits as a quail, a flamingo, a goose, or a cock's comb
staring and splendid.
All best good things that befall men come from us birds, as is plain
to all reason:
For first we proclaim and make known to them spring, and the
winter and autumn in season;
Bid sow, when the crane starts clanging for Afric in shrill-voiced
emigrant number,
And calls to the pilot to hang up his rudder again for the season and
slumber;
And then weave a cloak for Orestes the thief, lest he strip men of
theirs if it freezes.
And again thereafter the kite reappearing announces a change in
the breezes,
And that here is the season for shearing your sheep of their spring
wool. Then does the swallow
Give you notice to sell your great-coat, and provide something light
for the heat that's to follow.
Thus are we as Ammon or Delphi unto you, Dodona, nay, Phœbus
Apollo.
For, as first ye come all to get auguries of birds, even such is in all
things your carriage,
Be the matter a matter of trade, or of earning your bread, or of any
one's marriage.
And all things ye lay to the charge of a bird that belong to discern-
ing prediction:
Winged fame is a bird, as you reckon; you sneeze, and the sign's as
a bird for conviction;
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All tokens are "birds" with you— sounds, too, and lackeys and don-
keys.
hen must it not follow
That we are to you all as the manifest godhead that speaks in pro-
phetic Apollo ?
A RAINY DAY ON THE FARM
From The Peace': Frere's Translation
ow sweet it is to see the new-sown cornfield fresh and even,
Η
With blades just springing from the soil that only ask a shower
from heaven.
Then, while kindly rains are falling, indolently to rejoice,
Till some worthy neighbor calling, cheers you with his hearty voice.
Well, with weather such as this, let us hear, Trygæus tell us
What should you and I be doing? You're the king of us good fellows.
Since it pleases heaven to prosper your endeavors, friend, and mine,
Let us have a merry meeting, with some friendly talk and wine.
In the vineyard there's your lout, hoeing in the slop and mud-
Send the wench and call him out, this weather he can do no good.
Dame, take down two pints of meal, and do some fritters in your way;
Boil some grain and stir it in, and let us have those figs, I say.
Send a servant to my house, -any one that you can spare,—
Let him fetch a beestings pudding, two gherkins, and the pies of hare:
There should be four of them in all, if the cat has left them right;
We heard her racketing and tearing round the larder all last night.
Boy, bring three of them to us,- take the other to my father:
Cut some myrtle for our garlands, sprigs in flower or blossoms rather.
Give a shout upon the way to Charinades our neighbor, [labor.
To join our drinking bout to-day, since heaven is pleased to bless our
THE HARVEST
From The Peace': Translation in the Quarterly Review
OH
H, 'TIS sweet, when fields are ringing
With the merry cricket's singing,
Oft to mark with curious eye
If the vine-tree's time be nigh:
Here is now the fruit whose birth
Cost a throe to Mother Earth.
Sweet it is, too, to be telling,
How the luscious figs are swelling;
Then to riot without measure
In the rich, nectareous treasure,
While our grateful voices chime,-
Happy season! blessed time.
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THE CALL TO THE NIGHTINGALE
From The Birds': Frere's Translation
Α
-
WAKE! awake!
Sleep no more, my gentle mate!
With your tiny tawny bill,
Wake the tuneful echo shrill,
On vale or hill;
Or in her airy rocky seat,
Let her listen and repeat
The tender ditty that you tell,
The sad lament,
The dire event,
To luckless Itys that befell.
Thence the strain
Shall rise again,
And soar amain,
Up to the lofty palace gate
Where mighty Apollo sits in state
In Jove's abode, with his ivory lyre,
Hymning aloud to the heavenly choir,
While all the gods shall join with thee
In a celestial symphony.
THE BUILDING OF CLOUD-CUCKOO-TOWN
From The Birds Frere's Translation
[Enter Messenger, quite out of breath, and speaking in short snatches. ]
Messenger-Where is he? Where? Where is he? Where? Where
is he? —The president Peisthetairus ?
Peisthetairus [coolly]-
Here am I.
Mess. [in a gasp of breath] - Your fortification's finished.
Peis. -
Mess.
779
Well! that's well.
A most amazing, astonishing work it is!
So that Theagenes and Proxenides
Might flourish and gasconade and prance away
Quite at their ease, both of them four-in-hand,
Driving abreast upon the breadth of wall,
Each in his own new chariot.
Peis. -
You surprise me.
Mess. And the height (for I made the measurement myself)
Is exactly a hundred fathoms.
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Peis. -
Heaven and earth!
How could it be? such a mass! who could have built it?
Mess. -The Birds; no creature else, no foreigners,
Egyptian bricklayers, workmen or masons.
But they themselves, alone, by their own efforts,—
(Even to my surprise, as an eye-witness)
The Birds, I say, completed everything:
There came a body of thirty thousand cranes,
(I won't be positive, there might be more)
With stones from Africa in their craws and gizzards,
Which the stone-curlews and stone-chatterers
Worked into shape and finished. The sand-martens
And mud-larks, too, were busy in their department,
Mixing the mortar, while the water-birds,
As fast as it was wanted, brought the water
To temper and work it.
Peis. [in a fidget]—
Mess. --
Mess. -
To carry it?
Of course, the carrion crows and carrying pigeons.
Peis. [in a fuss, which he endeavors to conceal ]—
Yes! yes! but after all, to load your hods,
How did you manage that ?
But who served the masons
Who did you get to carry it?
-
Oh, capitally,
I promise you. There were the geese, all barefoot
Trampling the mortar, and when all was ready
They handed it into the hods, so cleverly,
With their flat feet!
Peis. [a bad joke, as a vent for irritation]—
They footed it, you mean
Come; it was handily done though, I confess.
Mess. Indeed, I assure you, it was a sight to see them;
And trains of ducks there were, clambering the ladders
With their duck legs, like bricklayers' 'prentices,
All dapper and handy, with their little trowels.
Peis. In fact, then, it's no use engaging foreigners;
Mere folly and waste, we've all within ourselves.
Ah, well now, come! But about the woodwork? Heh!
Who were the carpenters? Answer me that!
Mess. The woodpeckers, of course: and there they were,
Laboring upon the gates, driving and banging,
With their hard hatchet-beaks, and such a din,
Such a clatter, as they made, hammering and hacking,
In a perpetual peal, pelting away
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Like shipwrights, hard at work in the arsenal.
And now their work is finished, gates and all,
Staples and bolts, and bars and everything;
The sentries at their posts; patrols appointed;
The watchman in the barbican; the beacons
Ready prepared for lighting; all their signals
Arranged - but I'll step out, just for a moment,
To wash my hands. You'll settle all the rest.
CHORUS OF WOMEN
From the Thesmophoriazusæ': Collins's Translation
THE
HEY'RE always abusing the women,
As a terrible plague to men:
They say we're the root of all evil,
And repeat it again and again;
Of war, and quarrels, and bloodshed,
All mischief, be what it may!
And pray, then, why do you marry us,
If we're all the plagues you say?
And why do you take such care of us,
And keep us so safe at home,
And are never easy a moment
If ever we chance to roam ?
When you ought to be thanking heaven
That your Plague is out of the way,
You all keep fussing and fretting-
"Where is my Plague to-day? "
――
If a Plague peeps out of the window,
Up go the eyes of men;
If she hides, then they all keep staring
Until she looks out again.
CHORUS OF MYSTÆ IN HADES
From The Frogs': Frere's Translation
CHORUS [shouting and singing]
ACCHUS! Iacchus! Ho!
Iacchus! Iacchus! Ho!
Xanthias-There, master, there they are, the initiated
All sporting about as he told us we should find 'em.
They're singing in praise of Bacchus like Diagoras.
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Bacchus
Bac.
-
Indeed, and so they are; but we'll keep quiet
Till we make them out a little more distinctly.
CHORUS [Song]
Mighty Bacchus! Holy Power!
Hither at the wonted hour
Come away,
Come away,
With the wanton holiday,
Where the revel uproar leads
To the mystic holy meads,
Where the frolic votaries fly,
With a tipsy shout and cry;
Flourishing the Thyrsus high,
Flinging forth, alert and airy,
To the sacred old vagary,
The tumultuous dance and song,
Sacred from the vulgar throng;
Mystic orgies that are known
To the votaries alone -
To the mystic chorus solely—
Secret-unrevealed- and holy.
Xan. O glorious virgin, daughter of the Goddess!
―――
--
What a scent of roasted griskin reached my senses!
Keep quiet and watch for a chance of a piece of the has-
lets.
CHORUS [Song]
Raise the fiery torches high!
Bacchus is approaching nigh,
Like the planet of the morn
Breaking with the hoary dawn
On the dark solemnity—
There they flash upon the sight;
All the plain is blazing bright,
Flushed and overflown with light:
Age has cast his years away,
And the cares of many a day,
Sporting to the lively lay-
Mighty Bacchus! march and lead
(Torch in hand toward the mead)
Thy devoted humble Chorus;
Mighty Bacchus - move before us!
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783
Keep silence - keep peace
and let all the profane
From our holy solemnity duly refrain;
Whose souls, unenlightened by taste, are obscure;
Whose poetical notions are dark and impure;
Whose theatrical conscience
Is sullied by nonsense;
Who never were trained by the mighty Cratinus
In mystical orgies, poetic and vinous;
Who delight in buffooning and jests out of season;
Who promote the designs of oppression and treason;
Who foster sedition and strife and debate;
All traitors, in short, to the Stage and the State:
Who surrender a fort, or in private export
To places and harbors of hostile resort
Clandestine consignments of cables and pitch, -
In the way that Thorycion grew to be rich
From a scoundrelly dirty collector of tribute:
All such we reject and severely prohibit;
All statesmen retrenching the fees and the salaries
Of theatrical bards, in revenge for the railleries
And jests and lampoons of this holy solemnity,
Profanely pursuing their personal enmity,
For having been flouted and scoffed and scorned-
All such are admonished and heartily warned;
We warn them once,
We warn them twice,
we warn them thrice,
To conform to the law,
To retire and withdraw;
We warn and admonish
―
While the Chorus again with the formal saw,
(Fixt and assign'd to the festive day)
Move to the measure and march away.
SEMI-CHORUS
March! march! lead forth,
Lead forth manfully,
March in order all;
Bustling, hustling, justling,
As it may befall;
Flocking, shouting, laughing,
Mocking, flouting, quaffing,
One and all;
All have had a belly-full
Of breakfast brave and plentiful;
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Therefore
Evermore
With your voices and your bodies
Serve the goddess,
And raise
Songs of praise;
She shall save the country still,
And save it against the traitor's will;
So she says.
SEMI-CHORUS
Now let us raise in a different strain
The praise of the goddess, the giver of grain;
Imploring her favor
With other behavior,
In measures more sober, submissive, and graver.
SEMI-CHORUS
Ceres, holy patroness,
Condescend to mark and bless,
With benevolent regard,
Both the Chorus and the Bard;
Grant them for the present day
Many things to sing and say,
Follies intermixed with sense;
Folly, but without offense.
Grant them with the present play
To bear the prize of verse away.
SEMI-CHORUS
Now call again, and with a different measure,
The power of mirth and pleasure;
The florid, active Bacchus, bright and gay,
To journey forth and join us on the way.
SEMI-CHORUS
O Bacchus, attend! the customary patron of every lively lay;
Go forth without delay
Thy wonted annual way,
To meet the ceremonious holy matron:
Her grave procession gracing,
Thine airy footsteps tracing
With unlaborious, light, celestial motion;
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And here at thy devotion
Behold thy faithful choir
In pitiful attire:
All overworn and ragged,
This jerkin old and jagged,
These buskins torn and burst,
Though sufferers in the fray,
May serve us at the worst
To sport throughout the day;
And then within the shades
I spy some lovely maids
With whom we romped and reveled,
Dismantled and disheveled,
With their bosoms open,-
With whom we might be coping.
Xan. -Well, I was always hearty,
Disposed to mirth and ease:
I'm ready to join the party.
And I will if you please.
Bac. -
A PARODY OF EURIPIDES'S LYRIC VERSE
From The Frogs
H
ALCYONS ye by the flowing sea
Waves that warble twitteringly,
Circling over the tumbling blue,
Dipping your down in its briny dew,
Spi-i-iders in corners dim
Spi-spi-spinning your fairy film,
Shuttles echoing round the room
Silver notes of the whistling loom,
Where the light-footed dolphin skips
Down the wake of the dark-prowed ships,
Over the course of the racing steed
Where the clustering tendrils breed
Grapes to drown dull care in delight,
Oh! mother make me a child again just for to-night!
I don't exactly see how that last line is to scan,
But that's a consideration I leave to our musical man.
II-50
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[The point of the following selection lies in the monotony of both narra-
tive style and metre in Euripides's prologues, and especially his regular
cæsura after the fifth syllable of a line. The burlesque tag used by Aris-
tophanes to demonstrate this effect could not be applied in the same way
to any of the fourteen extant plays of Sophocles and Æschylus. ]
Eschylus-And by Jove, I'll not stop to cut up your verses
word by word, but if the gods are propitious I'll spoil
all your prologues with a little flask of smelling-
salts.
Euripides-With a flask of smelling-salts?
Esch. With a single one. For you build your verses so that
anything will fit into the metre, a leathern sack,
or eider-down, or smelling-salts. I'll show you.
Eur. So, you'll show me, will you?
Esch. I will that.
Dionysus-Pronounce.
Eur. [declaiming]—
-
-
Eur. -
THE PROLOGUES OF EURIPIDES
From The Frogs'
-
Esch-
- lost his smelling-salts.
Dion. What the mischief have the smelling-salts got to do with.
it? Recite another prologue to him and let me see.
Esch-
―
Ægyptus, as broad-bruited fame reports,
With fifty children voyaging the main
To Argos came, and
Dionysus, thyrsus-armed and faun-skin-clad,
Amid the torchlights on Parnassus's slope
Dancing and prancing
Esch. -
- lost his smelling-salts.
Dion. - Caught out again by the smelling-salts.
Eur. - No matter. Here's a prologue that he can't fit 'em to.
No lot of mortal man is wholly blest:
}
The high-born youth hath lacked the means of life,
The lowly lout hath
-lost his smelling-salts.
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Dion. - Euripides-
Eur. -
Dion. -
Best take in sail.
These smelling-salts, methinks, will blow a gale.
I'll fix him next time.
Eur. - What do I care?
Dion. - Well, recite another, and steer clear of the smelling-salts.
Eur. -
—
―
Esch. -
-lost his smelling-salts.
Dion. My dear fellow, buy those smelling-salts, or there won't
be a rag left of all your prologues.
Eur. - What? I buy 'em of him?
Dion. If you'll be advised by me.
Eur. Not a bit of it. I've lots of prologues where he can't
work 'em in.
-
Well, what?
Cadmus departing from the town of Tyre,
Son of Agenor
――――――
Esch. -
-lost his smelling-salts.
Dion. There they are again, you see. Do let him have 'em,
my good Eschylus. You can replace 'em for a
nickel.
I've not run out yet.
Never.
-
Pelops the Tantalid to Pisa coming
With speedy coursers
Eneus from broad fields
Esch. -
Eur. - Let me say the whole verse, won't you?
-lost his smelling-salts.
Esch. -
-lost his smelling-salts.
Dion. While sacrificing? Who filched them?
Eur. -Oh, never mind him. Let him try it on this verse:
Zeus, as the word of sooth declared of old-
Eneus from broad fields reaped a mighty crop
And offering first-fruits
Dion. It's no use, he'll say Zeus lost his smelling-salts. For
those smelling-salts fit your prologues like a kid
glove. But go on and turn your attention to his
lyrics.
