for he is full of craft and pulls himself out of the worst corners.
Collect all your forces to come forth from this fight covered with
glory.
LEADER OF THE CHORUS
But take care! Let him not assume the attack, get ready your
grapples and advance with your
vessel to board him!
CLEON
Oh!
guardiangoddess of our city! oh! Athene if it be true that
next to Lysicles, Cynna and Salabaccho none have done so much good for
the Athenian people as I, suffer me to continue to be fed at the
Prytaneum without
working; but if I hate you, if I am not ready to
fight in your defence alone and against all, may I
perish, be sawn
to bits alive and my skin cut up into thongs.
SAUSAGE-SELLER
And I, Demos, if it be not true, that I love and
cherish you,
may I be cooked in a stew; and if that is not
saying enough, may I
be grated on this table with some
cheese and then hashed, may a hook
be passed through my balls and let me be dragged thus to the
Ceramicus!
CLEON
Is it possible, Demos, to love you more than I do? And firstly, as
long as you have governed with my consent, have I not filled your
treasury, putting
pressure on some, torturing others or begging of
them,
indifferent to the opinion of private individuals, and solely
anxious to please you?
SAUSAGE-SELLER
There is nothing so wonderful in all that, Demos; I will do as
much; I will thieve the bread of others to serve up to you. No, he has
neither love for you nor kindly feeling; his only care is to warm
himself with your wood, and I will prove it. You, who, sword in
hand, saved Attica from the Median yoke at Marathon; you, whose
glorious triumphs we love to extol unceasingly, look, he cares
little whether he sees you seated uncomfortably upon a stone;
whereas I, I bring you this
cushion, which I have sewn with my own
hands. Rise and try this nice soft seat. Did you not put enough strain
on your bottom at Salamis?
(He gives DEMOS the
cushion; DEMOS sits on it.)
DEMOS
Who are you then? Can you be of the race of Harmodius? Upon my
faith, that is nobly done and like a true friend of Demos.
CLEON
Petty
flattery to prove him your goodwill!
SAUSAGE-SELLER
But you have caught him with even smaller baits!
CLEON
Never had Demos a
defender or a friend more
devoted than myself;
on my head, on my life, I swear it!
SAUSAGE-SELLER
You
pretend to love him and for eight years you have seen him
housed in casks, in crevices and dovecots, where he is blinded with
the smoke, and you lock him in without pity; Archeptolemus brought
peace and you tore it to ribbons; the envoys who come to propose a
truce you drive from the city with kicks in their arses.
CLEON
The purpose of this is that Demos may rule over all the Greeks;
for the oracles
predict that, if he is patient, he must one day sit as
judge in Arcadia at five obols per day. Meanwhile, I will
nourish him,
look after him and, above all, I will ensure to him his three obols.
SAUSAGE-SELLER
No, little you care for his reigning in Arcadia, it's to pillage
and
impose on the
allies at will that you
reckon; you wish the war
to
conceal your rogueries as in a mist, that Demos may see nothing
of them, and harassed by cares, may only depend on yourself for his
bread. But if ever peace is restored to him, if ever he returns to his
lands to comfort himself once more with good cakes, to greet his
cherished olives, he will know the blessings you have kept him out of,
even though paying him a salary; and, filled with
hatred and rage,
he will rise, burning with desire to vote against you. You know this
only too well; it is for this you rock him to sleep with your lies.
CLEON
Is it not
shameful, that you should dare thus to calumniate me
before Demos, me, to whom Athens, I swear it by Demeter, already
owes more than it ever did to Themistocles?
SAUSAGE-SELLER (declaiming)
Oh! citizens of Argos, do you hear what he says? (to CLEON) You
dare to compare yourself to Themistocles, who found our city half
empty and left it full to overflowing, who one day gave us the Piraeus
for dinner, and added fresh fish to all our usual meals. You, on the
contrary, you, who compare yourself with Themistocles, have only
sought to reduce our city in size, to shut it within its walls, to
chant oracles to us. And Themistocles goes into exile, while you gorge
yourself on the most excellent fare.
CLEON
Oh! Demos! Am I compelled to hear myself thus abused, and merely
because I love you?
DEMOS
Silence! stop your abuse! All too long have I been your dupe.
SAUSAGE-SELLER
Ah! my dear little Demos, he is a rogue who has played you many
a scurvy trick; when your back is turned, he taps at the root the
lawsuits initiated by the peculators, swallows the proceeds
wholesale and helps himself with both hands from the public funds.
CLEON
Tremble, knave; I will
convict you of having
stolen thirty
thousand drachmae.
SAUSAGE-SELLER
For a
rascal of your
kidney, you shout rarely! Well! I am ready to
die if I do not prove that you have accepted more than forty minae
from the Mitylenaeans.
SECOND SEMI-CHORUS (singing)
This indeed may be termed talking. Oh,
benefactor of the human
race, proceed and you will be the most
illustrious of the Greeks.
You alone shall have sway in Athens, the
allies will obey you, and,
trident in hand, you will go about shaking and overturning
everything to
enrich yourself. But, stick to your man, let him not go;
with lungs like yours you will soon have him finished.
CLEON
No, my brave friends, no, you are
running too fast; I have done
a
sufficientlybrilliant deed to shut the mouth of all enemies, so
long as one of the bucklers of Pylos remains.
SAUSAGE-SELLER
Of the bucklers! Hold! I stop you there and I hold you fast. For
if it be true that you love the people, you would not allow these to
be hung up with their rings; but it's with an
intent you have done
this. Demos, take knowledge of his
guilty purpose; in this way you
no longer can
punish him at your pleasure. Note the swarm of young
tanners, who really surround him, and close to them the sellers of
honey and
cheese; all these are at one with him. Very well! you have
but to frown, to speak of ostracism and they will rush at night to
these bucklers, take them down and seize our granaries.
DEMOS
Great gods! what! the bucklers
retain their rings! Scoundrel!
ah! to long have you had me for your dupe, cheated and plaved with me!
CLEON
But, dear sir, never you believe all he tells you. Oh! never
will you find a more
devoted friend than me; unaided, I have known how
to put down the conspiracies; nothing that is hatching in the city
escapes me, and I
hasten to
proclaim it loudly.
SAUSAGE-SELLER
You are like the fishers for eels; in still waters they catch
nothing, but if they
thoroughly stir up the slime, their
fishing is
good; in the same way it's only in troublous times that you line
your pockets. But come, tell me, you, who sell so many skins, have you
ever made him a present of a pair of soles for his slippers? and you
pretend to love him!
DEMOS
No, he has never given me any.
SAUSAGE-SELLER
That alone shows up the man; but I, I have bought you this pair of
shoes; accept them.
(He gives DEMOS the shoes; DEMOS puts them on.)
DEMOS
None ever, to my knowledge, has merited so much from the people;
you are the most
zealous of all men for our country and for my toes.
CLEON
Can a
wretched pair of slippers make you forget all that you owe
me? Is it not I who curbed the pederasts by erasing Gryttus' name from
the lists of citizens?
SAUSAGE-SELLER
Ah! noble Inspector of Arses, let me
congratulate you. Moreover,
if you set yourself against this form of lewdness, this pederasty,
it was for sheer
jealousy,
knowing it to be the school for orators.
But you see this poor Demos without a cloak and that at his age too!
so little do you care for him, that in mid-winter you have not given
him a
garment with sleeves. Here, Demos, here is one, take it!
(He gives DEMOS a cloak; DEMOS puts it on.)
DEMOS
This even Themistocles never thought of; the Piraeus was no
doubt a happy idea, but I think this tunic is quite as fine an
invention.
CLEON
Must you have
recourse to such jackanapes' tricks to
supplant me?
SAUSAGE-SELLER
No, it's your own tricks that I am borrowing, just as a drunken
guest, when he has to take a crap, seizes some other man's shoes.
CLEON
Oh! you shall not outdo me in
flattery! I am going to hand Demos
this
garment; all that remains to you, you rogue, is to go and hang
yourself.
DEMOS (as CLEON throws a cloak around his shoulders)
Faugh! may the
plague seize you! You stink of leather horribly.
SAUSAGE-SELLER
Why, it's to
smother you that he has thrown this cloak around
you on top of the other; and it is not the first plot he has planned
against you. Do you remember the time when silphium was so cheap?
DEMOS
Aye, to be sure I do!
SAUSAGE-SELLER
Very well! it was Cleon who had caused the price to fall so low,
that all might eat it, and the jurymen in the Courts were almost
asphyxiated from farting in each others' faces.
DEMOS
Hah! why, indeed, a Dungtownite told me the same thing.
SAUSAGE-SELLER
Were you not yourself in those days quite red in the gills with
farting?
DEMOS
Why, it was a trick
worthy of Pyrrhandrus!
CLEON
With what other idle trash will you seek to ruin me, you wretch!
SAUSAGE-SELLER
Oh! I shall be more
brazen than you, for it's the
goddess who
has commanded me.
CLEON
No, on my honour, you will not! Here, Demos, feast on this dish;
it is your salary as a dicast, which you gain through me for doing
naught.
SAUSAGE-SELLER
Wait! here is a little box of
ointment to rub into the sores on
your legs.
CLEON