Oh! you old fellows, who used to dip out the broth served to the
poor at the
festival of Theseus with little pieces of bread hollowed
like a spoon, how
worthy of envy is your fate! How happy you are, both
you and all just men!
LEADER OF THE CHORUS
My good fellow, what has happened to your friends? You seem the
bearer of good
tidings.
CARIO
What joy-for my master and even more for Plutus! The god has
regained his sight; his eyes
sparkle with the greatest brilliancy,
thanks to the
benevolent care of Asclepius.
LEADER OF THE CHORUS
Oh! what
transports of joy! oh! what shouts of gladness!
CARIO
Aye! one is compelled to
rejoice, whether one will or not.
LEADER OF THE CHORUS
I will sing to the honour of Asclepius, the son of illustrious
Zeus, with a resounding voice; he is the beneficent star which men
adore.
CHREMYLUS' WIFE (coming out of the house)
What mean these shouts? Is there good news? With what impatience
have I been
waiting in the house, and for so long too!
CARIO
Quick! quick, some wine,
mistress. And drink some yourself,
(aside) it's much to your taste. I bring you all
blessings in a lump.
WIFE
Where are they?
CARIO
In my words, as you are going to see.
WIFE
Have done with trifling! come, speak.
CARIO
Listen, I am going to tell you everything from the feet to the
head.
WIFE
Oh! don't throw anything at my head.
CARIO
Not even the happiness that has come to you?
WIFE
No, no, nothing ... to annoy me.
CARIO
Having arrived near to the
temple with our patient, then so
unfortunate, but now at the apex of happiness, of blessedness, we
first led him down to the sea to
purify him.
WIFE
Ah! what a
singular pleasure for an old man to bathe in the cold
seawater!
CARIO (in the manner of the
tragic messenger)
Then we repaired to the
temple of the god. Once the wafers and the
various offerings had been consecrated upon the altar, and the cake of
wheaten-meal had been banded over to the devouring Hephaestus, we made
Plutus lie on a couch
according to the rite, and each of us prepared
himself a bed of leaves.
WIFE
Had any other folk come to
beseech the deity?
CARIO
Yes. Firstly, Neoclides, who is blind, but steals much better than
those who see clearly; then many others attacked by complaints of
all kinds. The lights were put out and the
priest enjoined us to
sleep, especially recommending us to keep silent should we hear any
noise. There we were all lying down quite quietly. I could not
sleep; I was thinking of a certain stew-pan full of pap placed close
to an old woman and just behind her head. I had a
furiouslonging to
slip towards that side. But just as I was lifting my head, I noticed
the
priest, who was
sweeping off both the cakes and the figs on the
sacred table; then he made the round of the altars and sanctified
the cakes that remained, by stowing them away in a bag. I therefore
resolved to follow such a pious example and made straight for the pap.
WIFE
You rogue! and had you no fear of the god?
CARIO
Aye, indeed! I feared that the god with his crown on his head
might have been near the stew-pan before me. I said to myself, "Like
priest, like god." On
hearing the noise I made the old woman put out
her hand, but I hissed and bit it, just as a
sacredserpent might have
done. Quick she drew back her hand, slipped down into the bed with her
head beneath the coverlets and never moved again; only she let flee
a fart in her fear which stank worse than a
weasel. As for myself, I
swallowed a
goodlyportion of the pap and, having made a good feed,
went back to bed.
WIFE
And did not the god come?
CARIO
He did not tarry; and when he was near us, oh! dear! such a good
joke happened. My belly was quite blown up, and I let a thunderous
fart!
WIFE
Doubtless the god pulled a wry face?
CARIO
No, but Iaso blushed a little and Panacea turned her head away,
holding her nose; my farts are not perfume.
WIFE
And what did the god do?
CARIO
He paid not the slightest heed.
WIFE
He must then be a pretty
coarse kind of god?
CARIO
I don't say that, but he's used to tasting stools.
WIFE
Impudent knave, go on with you!
CARIO
Then I hid myself in my bed all a-tremble. Asclepius did the round
of the patients and examined them all with great attention; then a
slave placed beside him a stone
mortar, a pestle and a little box.
WIFE
Of stone?
CARIO
No, not of stone.
WIFE
But how could you see all this, you arch-rascal, when you say
you were hiding all the time?
CARIO
Why, great gods, through my cloak, for it's not without holes!
He first prepared an
ointment for Neoclides; he threw three heads of
Tenian
garlic into the
mortar, pounded them with an admixture of
fig-tree sap and lentisk, moistened the whole with Sphettian
vinegar, and, turning back the patient's eyelids,
applied his salve to
the
interior of the eyes, so that the pain might be more excruciating.
Neoclides shrieked, howled,
sprang towards the foot of his bed and
wanted to bolt, but the god laughed and said to him, "Keep where you
are with your salve; by doing this you will not go and perjure
yourself before the Assembly."
WIFE
What a wise god and what a friend to our city
CARIO
Thereupon he came and seated himself at the head of Plutus' bed,
took a
perfectly clean rag and wiped his eyelids; Panacea covered
his head and face with a
purple cloth, while the god whistled, and two
enormous snakes came rushing from the
sanctuary.
WIFE
Great gods!
CARIO
They slipped
gently beneath the
purple cloth and, as far as I
could judge, licked the patient's eyelids; for, in less time than even
you need,
mistress, to drain down ten beakers of wine, Plutus rose up;
be could see. I clapped my hands with joy and awoke my master, and the
god immediately disappeared with the
serpents into the
sanctuary. As
for those who were lying near Plutus, you can imagine that they
embraced him
tenderly. Dawn broke and not one of them had closed an
eye. As for myself, I did not cease thanking the god who had so
quickly restored to Plutus his sight and had made Neoclides blinder
than ever.
WIFE
Oh! thou great Asclepius! How
mighty is thy power! (To CARIO)
But tell me, where is Plutus now?
CARIO
He is approaching, escorted by an
immense crowd. The rich, whose
wealth is ill-gotten, are
knitting their brows and shooting at him
looks of
fierce hate, while the just folk, who led a wretched
existence,
embrace him and grasp his hand in the
transport of their
joy; they follow in his wake, their heads wreathed with
garlands,
laughing and
blessing their
deliverer; the old men make the earth
resound as they walk together keeping time. Come, all of you, all,
down to the very least, dance, leap and form yourselves into a chorus;
no longer do you risk being told, when you go home. "There is no
meal in the bag."
WIFE
And I, by Hecate! I will string you a
garland of cakes for the
good
tidings you have brought me.
CARIO
Hurry, make haste then; our friends are close at hand.
WIFE
I will go
indoors to fetch some gifts of
welcome, to celebrate
these eyes that have just been opened.
(She goes back into the house.)
CARIO
Meantime I am going forth to meet them.
(Exit)
(Interlude of dancing by the CHORUS.)
PLUTUS
I adore thee, oh! thou
divine sun, and thee I greet, thou city,
the
beloved of Pallas: be
welcome, thou land of Cecrops, which hast
received me. Alas! what manner of men I associated with! I blush to
think of it. While, on the other hand, I shunned those who deserved my
friendship; I knew neither the vices of the ones nor the virtues of
the others. A two-fold mistake, and in both cases
equally fatal! Ah!
what a
misfortune was mine! But I want to change everything; and in
the future I mean to prove to mankind that, if I gave to the wicked,
it was against my will.
CHREMYLUS (to the wings)
Get you gone! Oh! what a lot of friends spring into being when you
are fortunate! They dig me with their elbows and
bruise my shins to
prove their
affection. Each one wants to greet me. What a crowd of old
fellows thronged round me on the market-place!
WIFE
Oh! thou, who art dearest of all to me, and thou too, be
welcome! Allow me, Plutus, to
shower these gifts of
welcome over you
in due
accord with custom.
PLUTUS
No. This is the first house I enter after having regained my
sight; I shall take nothing from it, for it is my place rather to
give.
WIFE
Do you refuse these gifts?
PLUTUS
I will accept them at your
fireside, as custom requires.
Besides, we shall thus avoid a
ridiculous scene; it is not meet that
the poet should throw dried figs and dainties to the spectators; it is
a
vulgar trick to make them laugh.
WIFE