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Well then, farewell, Aeschylus, go
and save our city
with noble sentiments, and educate
the dunces. There's plenty of them.
And take this sword and give it to Cleophon,
and this rope to the tax collectors
Myrmex and Nicomachus
and this hemlock to Archenomus. And tell them
to come to me here quickly
and not to delay. And if they don't come
quickly, by Apollo I'll
brand and hobble them
and with Adeimantus son of Leucolophus
I'll send them quickly under the ground.
I'll do it. But you hand over
my throne to Sophocles to guard
and preserve, if I ever
come here again. For him I
judge to be second in talent.
And remember that that villainous fellow,
that liar, that clown
will never sit on my throne
not even by accident.
Shine now for him
your sacred torches, and escort
him, extolling him with his songs