Say what he thinks; the city travails sore.
DIONYSUS
What does she think herself about him?
She loves, and hates, and longs to have him back.
But give me your advice about the man.
EURIPIDES
I
loathe a townsman who is slow to aid,
And swift to hurt, his town: who ways and means
Finds for himself, but finds not for the state.
DIONYSUS
Poseidon, but that's smart! (to AESCHYLUS)
And what say you?
AESCHYLUS
'Twere best to rear no lion in the state:
But having reared, 'tis best to
humour him.
DIONYSUS
By Zeus the Saviour, still I can't decide.
One is so clever, and so clear the other.
But once again. Let each in turn declare
What plan of safety for the state ye've got.
EURIPIDES
[First with Cinesias wing Cleocritus,
Then zephyrs waft them o'er the
watery plain.
DIONYSUS
A funny sight, I own: but where's the sense?
EURIPIDES
If, when the fleets engage, they
holding cruets
Should rain down
vinegar in the foemen's eyes,]
I know, and I can tell you.
DIONYSUS
Tell away.
EURIPIDES
When things,
mistrusted now, shall trusted be,
And trusted things,
mistrusted.
DIONYSUS
How! I don't
Quite
comprehend. Be clear, and not so clever.
EURIPIDES
If we
mistrust those citizens of ours
Whom now we trust, and those employ whom now
We don't employ, the city will be saved.
If on our present tack we fail, we surely
Shall find
salvation in the opposite course.
DIONYSUS
Good, O Palamedes! Good, you
genius you.
Is this your cleverness or Cephisophon's?
EURIPIDES
This is my own: the cruet-plan was his.
DIONYSUS (to AESCHYLUS)
Now, you.
AESCHYLUS
But tell me whom the city uses.
The good and useful?
DIONYSUS
What are you dreaming of?
She hates and
loathes them.
AESCHYLUS
Does she love the bad?
DIONYSUS
Not love them, no: she uses them perforce.
AESCHYLUS
How can one save a city such as this,
Whom neither
frieze nor woollen tunic suits?
DIONYSUS
O, if to earth you rise, find out some way.
AESCHYLUS
There will I speak: I cannot answer here.
DIONYSUS
Nay, nay; send up your guerdon from below.
AESCHYLUS
When they shall count the enemy's soil their
And
theirs the enemy's: when they know that ships
Are their true
wealth, their
so-calledwealth delusion.
DIONYSUS
Aye, but the justices suck that down, you know.
PLUTO
Now then, decide.
DIONYSUS
I will; and thus I'll do it.
I'll choose the man in whom my soul delights.
EURIPIDES
O,
recollect the gods by whom you swore
You'd take me home again; and choose your friends.
DIONYSUS
'Twas my tongue swore; my choice is-
Aeschylus.
EURIPIDES
Hah! what have you done?
DIONYSUS
Done? Given the victor's prize
To Aeschylus; why not?
EURIPIDES
And do you dare
Look in my face, after that
shameful deed?
DIONYSUS
What's
shameful, if the
audience think not
so? Have you no heart? Wretch, would you leave me dead?
DIONYSUS
Who knows if death be life, and life be death,
And
breath be
mutton broth, and sleep a sheepskin?
PLUTO
Now, Dionysus, come ye in,
DIONYSUS
What for?
PLUTO
And sup before ye go.
DIONYSUS
A bright idea.
I'faith, I'm nowise indisposed for that.
Exeunt AESCHYLUS, EURIPIDES, PLUTO, and DIONYSUS.
CHORUS
Blest the man who possesses
Keen
intelligent mind.
This full often we find.
He, the bard of renown,
Now to earth reascends,
Goes, a joy to his town,
Goes, a joy to his friends,
Just because he possesses
Keen
intelligent mind.
Right it is and befitting,
Not, by Socrates sitting,
Idle talk to pursue,
Stripping tragedy-art of
All things noble and true.
Surely the mind to school
Fine-drawn quibbles to seek,
Fine-set phrases to speak,
Is but the part of a fool
Re-enter PLUTO and AESCHYLUS.
PLUTO
Farewell then Aeschylus, great and wise,
Go, save our state by the maxims rare
Of thy noble thought; and the fools chastise,
For many a fool dwells there.
And this (handing him a rope) to Cleophon give, my friend,
And this to the revenue-raising crew,
Nichomachus, Myrmex, next I send,
And this to Archenomus too.
And bid them all that without delay,
To my realm of the dead they
hasten away.
For if they
loiter above, I swear
I'll come myself and
arrest them there.
And branded and fettered the slaves shall
With the vilest
rascal in all the town,
Adeimantus, son of Leucolophus, down,
Down, down to the darkness below.
AESCHYLUS
I take the
mission. This chair of mine
Meanwhile to Sophocles here commit,
(For I count him next in our craft divine,)
Till I come once more by thy side to sit.
But as for that
rascally
scoundrel there,
That low buffoon, that
worker of ill,
O let him not sit in my
vacant chair,
Not even against his will.
PLUTO (to the CHORUS)
Escort him up with your
mystic throngs,
While the holy torches
quiver and blaze.
Escort him up with his own sweet gongs,
And his noble
festival lays.
CHORUS
First, as the poet triumphant
is passing away to the light,
Grant him success on his journey,
ye powers that are ruling below.
Grant that he find for the city
good counsels to guide her aright;
So we at last shall be freed
from the
anguish, the fear, and the woe,
Freed from the onsets of war.
Let Cleophon now and his band
Battle, if battle they must,
far away in their own fatherland.
THE END
.