Browsing named entities in Aristophanes, Birds (ed. Eugene O'Neill, Jr.).
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Pisthetaerus What! there are other gods besides you, barbarian gods who dwell above Olympus? Prometheus If there were no barbarian gods, who would be the patron of Execestides? Pisthetaerus And what is the name of these gods? Prometheus Their name? Why, the Triballi. Pisthetaerus Ah, indeed! 'tis from that no doubt that we derive the word ‘tribulation.' Prometheus Most likely. But one thing I can tell you for certain, namely, that Zeus and the celestial Triballi are going to send deputies here to sue for peace. Now don't you treat with them, unless Zeus restores the scepter to the birds and gives you Basileia in marriage. Pisthetaerus Who is this Basileia? Prometheus A very fine young damsel, who makes the lightning for Zeus; all things come from her, wisdom, good laws, virtue, the fleet, calumnies, the public paymaster and the triobolus. Pisthetaerus Ah! then she is a sort of general manageress to the god. Prometheus Yes, precisely. If he gives you her for your wife, yours
The Parricide departs, and the dithyrambic poet Cinesias arrives. Cinesias Singing. “On my light pinions I soar off to Olympus; in its capricious flight my Muse flutters along the thousand paths of poetry in turn ...” Pisthetaerus This is a fellow will need a whole shipload of wings. Cinesias Singing. “... and being fearless and vigorous, it is seeking fresh outlet.” Pisthetaerus Welcome, Cinesias, you lime-wood man! Why have you come here twisting your game leg in circles? Cinesias Singing. “I want to become a bird, a tuneful nightingale.” Pisthetaerus Enough of that sort of ditty. Tell me what you want. Cinesias Give me wings and I will fly into the topmost airs to gather fresh songs in the clouds, in the midst of the vapors and the fleecy snow. Pisthetaerus Gather songs in the clouds? Cinesias 'Tis on them the whole of our latter-day art depends. The most brilliant dithyrambs are those that flap their wings in empty space and are clothed in mist and dense obscurity
Leader of Second Semi-Chorus I want now to speak to the judges about the prize they are going to award; if they are favourable to us, we will load them with benefits far greater than those Paris received. Firstly, the owls of Laurium, which every judge desires above all things, shall never be wanting to you; you shall see them homing with you, building their nests in your money-bags and laying coins. Besides, you shall be housed like the gods, for we shall erect gables over your dwellings; if you hold some public post and want to do a little pilfering, we will give you the sharp claws of a hawk. Are you dining in town, we will provide you with stomachs as capacious as a bird's crop. But, if your award is against us, don't fail to have metal covers fashioned for yourselves, like those they place over statues; else, look out! for the day you wear a white tunic all the birds will soil it with their droppings.
Leader of First Semi-Chorus I hear it proclaimed: “A talent for him who shall kill Diagoras of Melos, and a talent for him who destroys one of the dead tyrants.” We likewise wish to make our proclamation: “A talent to him among you who shall kill Philocrates, the Struthian; four, if he brings him to us alive. For this Philocrates skewers the finches together and sells them at the rate of an obolus for seven. He tortures the thrushes by blowing them out, so that they may look bigger, sticks their own feathers into the nostrils of blackbirds, and collects pigeons, which he shuts up and forces them, fastened in a net, to decoy others.” That is what we wish to proclaim. And if anyone is keeping birds shut up in his yard, let him hasten to let them loose; those who disobey shall be seized by the birds and we shall put them in chains, so that in their turn they may decoy ot
Meton takes to his heels. He is no sooner gone than an Inspector arrives. Inspector Where are the Proxeni? Pisthetaerus Who is this Sardanapalus? Inspector I have been appointed by lot to come to Nephelococcygia as inspector. Pisthetaerus An inspector! and who sends you here, you rascal? Inspector A decree of Teleas. Pisthetaerus Will you just pocket your salary, do nothing, and get out? Inspector Indeed I will; I am urgently needed to be at Athens to attend the Assembly; for I am charged with the interests of Pharnaces. Pisthetaerus Take it then, and get on your way. This is your salary. He beats him. Inspector What does this mean? Pisthetaerus This is the assembly where you have to defend Pharnaces. Inspector You shall testify that they dare to strike me, the inspector. Pisthetaerus Are you not going to get out with your urns? It's not to be believed; they send us inspectors before we have so much as paid sacrifice to the gods. The Inspector goes into hiding. A Dealer