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Aristophanes, Peace (ed. Eugene O'Neill, Jr.), line 250 (search)
h the pestle, for War will quietly amuse himself with pounding all the towns of Hellas to pieces. Ah! Bacchus! cause this herald of evil to perish on his road!
To the returning Tumult.
You have brought back nothing?
Alas! the Athenians have lost their pestle —the tanner, who ground Greece to powder.
Oh! Athena, venerable mistress! it is well for our city he is dead, and before he could serve us with this hash.
Then go and seek one at Sparta and have done with it!
Aye, aye, master!
He runs off.
Shouting after him.
Be back as quick as ever you can.
to the audience.
What is going to happen, friends? This is the critical hour. Ah! if there is some initiate of Samothrace among you, this is surely the moment to wish this messenger some accident —some sprain or strain.
Alas! alas! thrice again, alas!
What is it? Again you come back without it?
The Spartans too have lost their
Aristophanes, Peace (ed. Eugene O'Neill, Jr.), line 601 (search)
TrygaeusThat, by Apollo! is what no one ever told me; I could not think what connection there could be between Phidias and Peace.
Leader of the ChorusNor I, until now. This accounts for her beauty, if she is related to him. There are so many things that escape us.
HermesThen, when the towns subject to you saw that you were angered one against the other and were showing each other your teeth like dogs, they hatched a thousand plots to pay you no more dues and gained over the chief citizens of Sparta at the price of gold. They, being as shamelessly greedy as they were faithless in diplomacy, chased off Peace with ignominy to let loose War. Though this was profitable to them, it was the ruin of the husbandmen, who were innocent of all blame; for, in revenge, your galleys went out to devour their figs.
TrygaeusAnd with justice too; did they not break down my black fig tree, which I had planted and dunged with my own hands?
Leader of the ChorusYes, by Zeus! yes, that was well done; the wret