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to the Sausage-Seller
Leader of the Chorus
Now you can travel under full sail. The wind has lost its violence. Cleon
I will bring four suits against you, each of one hundred talents. Sausage-Seller
And I twenty against you for shirking duty and more than a thousand for robbery. Cleon
[445] I maintain that your parents were guilty of sacrilege against the goddess. Sausage-Seller
And I, that one of your grandfathers was a satellite.... Cleon
To whom? Explain! Sausage-Seller
To Byrsina, the mother of Hippias. Cleon
[450] You are an impostor. Sausage-Seller
And you are a rogue. He strikes Cleon with a sausage.
Chorus
Hit him hard. Cleon
Alas! The conspirators are murdering me! Chorus
to the Sausage-Seller
Hit him! Hit him with all your might! Bruise his belly and lash him with your guts [455] and your tripe! Punish him with both hands!Cleon sinks beneath the blows.
Aristophanes. Knights. The Complete Greek Drama, vol. 2. Eugene O'Neill, Jr. New York. Random House. 1938.
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