Very well then! what must I do?
BDELYCLEON
Take off your cloak, and put on this tunic in its stead.
PHILOCLEON
Was it worth while to beget and bring up children, so that this
one should now wish to choke me?
BDELYCLEON
Come, take this tunic and put it on without so much talk.
PHILOCLEON
Great gods! what sort of a cursed
garment is this?
BDELYCLEON
Some call it a pelisse, others a Persian cloak.
PHILOCLEON
Ah! I thought it was a wraprascal like those made at Thymaetis.
BDELYCLEON
No wonder. It's only at Sardis you could have seen them, and you
have never been there.
PHILOCLEON
Of course not, but it seems to me exactly like the
mantle Morychus
sports.
BDELYCLEON
Not at all; I tell you they are woven at Ecbatana.
PHILOCLEON
What! are there woollen ox-guts then at Ecbatana?
BDELYCLEON
Whatever are you talking about? These are woven by the
barbarians at great cost. I am certain this pelisse has consumed
more than a
talent of wool.
PHILOCLEON
It should be called wool-waster then instead of pelisse.
BDELYCLEON
Come, father, just hold still for a moment and put it on.
PHILOCLEON
Oh! horrors! what a waft of heat the hussy sends up my nose!
BDELYCLEON
Will you have done with this fooling?
PHILOCLEON
No by Zeus.
BDELYCLEON
But good sir....
PHILOCLEON
If need be, I prefer you should put me in the oven.
BDELYCLEON
Come, I will put it round you. There!
PHILOCLEON
At all events, bring out a crook.
BDELYCLEON
Why,
whatever for?
PHILOCLEON
To drag me out of it before I am quite melted.
BDELYCLEON
Now take off those
wretched clogs and put on these nice Laconian
slippers.
PHILOCLEON
I put on
odious slippers made by our foes! Never
BDELYCLEON
Come! put your foot in and push hard. Quick!
PHILOCLEON
You're doing wrong here. You want me to put my foot on Laconian
ground.
BDELYCLEON
Now the other.
PHILOCLEON
Ah! no, not that foot; one of its toes holds the Laconians in
horror
BDELYCLEON
Positively you must.
PHILOCLEON
Alas! alas! Then I shall have no chilblains in my old age.
BDELYCLEON
Now, hurry up and get them on; and now
imitate the easy effeminate
gait of the rich. See, like this.
(He takes a few steps.)
PHILOCLEON (trying to do likewise)
There!.... Look at my get-up and tell me which rich man I most
resemble in my walk.
BDELYCLEON
Why, you look like a
garlicplaster on a boil.
PHILOCLEON
Ah! I am
longing to swagger and sway my arse about.
BDELYCLEON
Now, will you know how to talk
gravely with well-informed men of
good class?
PHILOCLEON
Undoubtedly.
BDELYCLEON
What will you say to them?
PHILOCLEON
Oh, lots of things. First of all I shall say, that Lamia, seeing
herself caught, let flee a fart; then, that Cardopion and his
mother....
BDELYCLEON
Come, no
fabulous tales, pray! talk of realities, of
domesticfacts, as is usually done.
PHILOCLEON
Ah! I know something that is indeed most
domestic. Once upon a
time there was a rat and a cat....
BDELYCLEON
"Oh, you
ignorant fool," as Theagenes said to the dung-gatherer in
a rage. Are you going to talk of cats and rats among high-class
people?
PHILOCLEON
Then what should I talk about?
BDELYCLEON
Tell some
dignified story. Relate how you were sent on a solemn
mission with Androcles and Clisthenes.
PHILOCLEON
On a mission! never in my life, except once to Paros, a job
which brought me in two obols a day.
BDELYCLEON
At least say, that you have just seen Ephudion doing well in the
pancratium with Ascondas and, that
despite his age and his white hair,
he is still
robust in loin and arm and flank and that his chest is a
very breast-plate.
PHILOCLEON
Stop! stop! what nonsense! Who ever contested at the pancratium
with a breast-plate on?
BDELYCLEON
That is how well-behaved folk like to talk. But another thing.
When at wine, it would be
fitting to
relate some good story of your
youthful days. What is your most
brilliant feat?
PHILOCLEON
My best feat? Ah! when I stole Ergasion's vine-props.
BDELYCLEON
You and your vine-props! you'll be the death of me! Tell of one of
your boar-hunts or of when you coursed the hare. Talk about some
torch-race you were in; tell of some deed of
daring.
PHILOCLEON
Ah! my most
daring dee, was when, quite a young man still, I
prosecuted Phayllus, the
runner, for defamation, and he was
condemded by majority of two votes.
BDELYCLEON
Enough of that! Now
recline there, and
practise the
bearing that
is
fitting at table in society.
PHILOCLEON
How must I
recline? Tell me quick!
BDELYCLEON
In an
elegant style.
PHILOCLEON (lying on the ground)
Like this?
BDELYCLEON
Not at all.
PHILOCLEON
How then?
BDELYCLEON
Spread your knees on the tapestries and give your body the most
easy curves, like those taught in the
gymnasium. Then praise some
bronze vase,
survey the ceiling, admire the awning stretched over
the court. Water is poured over our hands; the tables are spread; we
sup and, after ablution, we now offer libations to the gods.
PHILOCLEON
But, by Zeus! this supper is but a dream, it appears!
BDELYCLEON
The flute-player has finished the prelude. The guests are Theorus,
Aeschines, Phanus, Cleon, Acestor; and beside this last, I don't
know who else. You are with them. Shall you know exactly how to take
up the songs that are started?
PHILOCLEON
Quite well.
BDELYCLEON
Really?
PHILOCLEON
Better than any born
mountaineer of Attica.
BDELYCLEON
That we shall see. Suppose me to be Cleon. I am the first to begin
the song of Harmodius, and you take it up: "There never yet was seen
in Athens....
PHILOCLEON
....such a rogue or such a thief."
BDELYCLEON
Why, you
wretched man, it will be the end of you if you sing that.
He will vow your ruin, your
destruction, to chase you out of the
country.
PHILOCLEON
Well! then I shall answer his threats with another song: "With
your
madness for
supreme power, you will end by overthrowing the city,
which even now totters towards ruin."
BDELYCLEON
And when Theorus, prone at Cleon's feet, takes his hand and sings,
"Like Admetus, love those who are brave," what reply will you make
him?
PHILOCLEON
I shall sing, "I know not how to play the fox, nor call myself the
friend of both parties."
BDELYCLEON
Then comes the turn of Aeschines, the son of Sellus, and a
well-trained and clever
musician, who will sing, "Good things and
riches for Clitagora and me and eke for the Thessalians!"
PHILOCLEON
"The two of us have squandered a great deal between us."
BDELYCLEON
At this game you seem at home. But come, we will go and dine
with Philoctemon.-Slave! slave! place our dinner in a basket; we are
going out for a good long drinking bout.
PHILOCLEON
By no means, it is too dangerous; for after drinking, one breaks
in doors, one comes to blows, one batters everything. Anon, when the
wine is slept off, one is forced to pay.
ELYCLEON
Not if you are with
decent people. Either they
undertake to
appease the offended person or, better still, you say something witty,