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A holy man! 'Tis now the other's turn.
DIONYSUS
Hi! Hi!
AEACUS
Hallo!
DIONYSUS
Look at those horsemen, look!
AEACUS
But why these tears?
DIONYSUS
There's such a smell of onions.
AEACUS
Then you don't mind it?
DIONYSUS (cheerfully)
Mind it? Not a bit.
AEACUS
Well, I must go to the other one again.
XANTHIAS
O! O!
AEACUS
Hallo!
XANTHIAS
Do pray pull out this thorn.
AEACUS
What does it mean? 'Tis this one's turn again.
DIONYSUS (shrieking)
Apollo! Lord! (calmly) of Delos
and of Pytho.
XANTHIAS
He flinched! You heard him?
DIONYSUS
Not at all; a jolly Verse of Hipponax flashed across my mind.
XANTHIAS
You don't half do it: cut his flanks to pieces.
AEACUS
By Zeus, well thought on. Turn your belly here.
DIONYSUS (screaming)
Poseidon!
XANTHIAS
There! he's flinching.
DIONYSUS (singing)
who dost reign
Amongst the Aegean peaks and creeks
And oer the deep blue main.
AEACUS
No, by Demeter, still I can't find out
Which is the god, but come ye both indoors;
My lord himself and Persephassa there,
Being gods themselves, will soon find out the truth.
DIONYSUS
Right! right! I only wish you had thought of that
Before you gave me those tremendous whacks.
Exeunt DIONYSUS, XANTHIAS, AEACUS, and attendants.
CHORUS
Come, Muse, to our Mystical Chorus,
O come to the joy of my song,
O see on the benches before us
that countless and wonderful throng,
Where wits by the thousand abide,
with more than a Cleophon's pride-
On the lips of that foreigner base,
of Athens the bane and disgrace,
There is shrieking, his kinsman by race,
The garrulous swallow of Thrace;
From that perch of exotic descent,
Rejoicing her sorrow to vent,
She pours to her spirit's content,
a nightingale's woful lament,
That e'en though the voting be equal,
his ruin will soon be the sequel.
Well it suits the holy Chorus
evermore with counsel wise
To exhort and teach the city;
this we therefore now advise-
End the townsmen's apprehensions;
equalize the rights of all;
If by Phrynichus's wrestlings
some perchance sustained a fall,
Yet to these 'tis surely open,
having put away their sin,
For their slips and vacillations
pardon at your hands to win.
Give your brethren back their franchise.
Sin and shame it were that slaves,
Who have once with stern devotion
fought your battle on the waves,
Should be straightway lords and masters,
yea Plataeans fully blown-
Not that this deserves our censure;
there I praise you; there alone
Has the city, in her anguish,
policy and wisdom shown-
Nay but these, of old accustomed
on our ships to fight and win,
(They, their fathers too before them),
these our very kith and kin,
You should likewise, when they ask you,
pardon for their single sin.
O by nature best and wisest,
O relax your jealous ire,
Let us all the world as kinsfolk
and as citizens acquire,
All who on our ships will battle
well and bravely by our side.
If we cocker up our city,
narrowing her with senseless pride,
Now when she is rocked and reeling
in the cradles of the sea,
Here again will after ages deem we acted brainlessly.
And O if I'm able to scan
the habits and life of a man
Who shall rue his iniquities soon!
not long shall that little baboon,
That Cleigenes shifty and small,
the wickedest bathman of all
Who are lords of the earth-which is brought
from the isle of Cimolus, and wrought
With nitre and lye into soap-
Not long shall he vex us, I hope.
And this the unlucky one knows,
Yet ventures a peace to oppose,
And being addicted to blows
he carries a stick as he goes,
Lest while he is tipsy and reeling,
some robber his cloak should be stealing.
Often has it crossed my fancy,
that the city loves to deal
With the very best and noblest
members of her commonweal,
just as with our ancient coinage,
and the newly-minted gold.
Yea for these, our sterling pieces,
all of pure Athenian mould,
All of perfect die and metal,
all the fairest of the fair,
All of workmanship unequalled,
proved and valued everywhere
Both amongst our own Hellenes
and Barbarians far away,
These we use not: but the worthles
pinchbeck coins of yesterday,
Vilest die and basest metal,
now we always use instead.
Even so, our sterling townsmen,
nobly born and nobly bred,
Men of worth and rank and mettle,
men of honourable fame,
Trained in every liberal science,
choral dance and manly game,
These we treat with scorn and insult,
but the strangers newliest come,
Worthless sons of worthless fathers,
pinchbeck townsmen, yellowy scum,
Whom in earlier days the city
hardly would have stooped to use
Even for her scapegoat victims,
these for every task we choose.
O unwise and foolish people,
yet to mend your ways begin;
Use again the good and useful:
so hereafter, if ye win
'Twill be due to this your wisdom:
if ye fall, at least 'twill be
Not a fall that brings dishonour,
falling from a worthy tree.
Enter AEACUS, XANTHIAS and two attendants.
AEACUS
By Zeus the Saviour, quite the gentleman
Your master is.
XANTHIAS
Gentleman? I believe you.
He's all for wine and women, is my master.
AEACUS
But not to have flogged you, when the truth came out
That you, the slave, were passing off as master!
XANTHIAS
He'd get the worst of that.
AEACUS
Bravo! that's spoken
Like a true slave: that's what I love myself.
XANTHIAS
You love it, do you?
AEACUS
Love it? I'm entranced
When I can curse my lord behind his back.
XANTHIAS
How about grumbling, when you have felt the stick,
And scurry out of doors?
AEACUS
That's jolly too.
XANTHIAS
How about prying?
AEACUS
That beats everything,
XANTHIAS
Great Kin-god Zeus! And what of overhearing
Your master's secrets?
AEACUS
What? I'm mad with joy.
XANTHIAS
And blabbing them abroad?
DIONYSUS
Hi! Hi!
AEACUS
Hallo!
DIONYSUS
Look at those horsemen, look!
AEACUS
But why these tears?
DIONYSUS
There's such a smell of onions.
AEACUS
Then you don't mind it?
DIONYSUS (cheerfully)
Mind it? Not a bit.
AEACUS
Well, I must go to the other one again.
XANTHIAS
O! O!
AEACUS
Hallo!
XANTHIAS
Do pray pull out this thorn.
AEACUS
What does it mean? 'Tis this one's turn again.
DIONYSUS (shrieking)
Apollo! Lord! (calmly) of Delos
and of Pytho.
XANTHIAS
He flinched! You heard him?
DIONYSUS
Not at all; a jolly Verse of Hipponax flashed across my mind.
XANTHIAS
You don't half do it: cut his flanks to pieces.
AEACUS
By Zeus, well thought on. Turn your belly here.
DIONYSUS (screaming)
Poseidon!
XANTHIAS
There! he's flinching.
DIONYSUS (singing)
who dost reign
Amongst the Aegean peaks and creeks
And oer the deep blue main.
AEACUS
No, by Demeter, still I can't find out
Which is the god, but come ye both indoors;
My lord himself and Persephassa there,
Being gods themselves, will soon find out the truth.
DIONYSUS
Right! right! I only wish you had thought of that
Before you gave me those tremendous whacks.
Exeunt DIONYSUS, XANTHIAS, AEACUS, and attendants.
CHORUS
Come, Muse, to our Mystical Chorus,
O come to the joy of my song,
O see on the benches before us
that countless and wonderful throng,
Where wits by the thousand abide,
with more than a Cleophon's pride-
On the lips of that foreigner base,
of Athens the bane and disgrace,
There is shrieking, his kinsman by race,
The garrulous swallow of Thrace;
From that perch of exotic descent,
Rejoicing her sorrow to vent,
She pours to her spirit's content,
a nightingale's woful lament,
That e'en though the voting be equal,
his ruin will soon be the sequel.
Well it suits the holy Chorus
evermore with counsel wise
To exhort and teach the city;
this we therefore now advise-
End the townsmen's apprehensions;
equalize the rights of all;
If by Phrynichus's wrestlings
some perchance sustained a fall,
Yet to these 'tis surely open,
having put away their sin,
For their slips and vacillations
pardon at your hands to win.
Give your brethren back their franchise.
Sin and shame it were that slaves,
Who have once with stern devotion
fought your battle on the waves,
Should be straightway lords and masters,
yea Plataeans fully blown-
Not that this deserves our censure;
there I praise you; there alone
Has the city, in her anguish,
policy and wisdom shown-
Nay but these, of old accustomed
on our ships to fight and win,
(They, their fathers too before them),
these our very kith and kin,
You should likewise, when they ask you,
pardon for their single sin.
O by nature best and wisest,
O relax your jealous ire,
Let us all the world as kinsfolk
and as citizens acquire,
All who on our ships will battle
well and bravely by our side.
If we cocker up our city,
narrowing her with senseless pride,
Now when she is rocked and reeling
in the cradles of the sea,
Here again will after ages deem we acted brainlessly.
And O if I'm able to scan
the habits and life of a man
Who shall rue his iniquities soon!
not long shall that little baboon,
That Cleigenes shifty and small,
the wickedest bathman of all
Who are lords of the earth-which is brought
from the isle of Cimolus, and wrought
With nitre and lye into soap-
Not long shall he vex us, I hope.
And this the unlucky one knows,
Yet ventures a peace to oppose,
And being addicted to blows
he carries a stick as he goes,
Lest while he is tipsy and reeling,
some robber his cloak should be stealing.
Often has it crossed my fancy,
that the city loves to deal
With the very best and noblest
members of her commonweal,
just as with our ancient coinage,
and the newly-minted gold.
Yea for these, our sterling pieces,
all of pure Athenian mould,
All of perfect die and metal,
all the fairest of the fair,
All of workmanship unequalled,
proved and valued everywhere
Both amongst our own Hellenes
and Barbarians far away,
These we use not: but the worthles
pinchbeck coins of yesterday,
Vilest die and basest metal,
now we always use instead.
Even so, our sterling townsmen,
nobly born and nobly bred,
Men of worth and rank and mettle,
men of honourable fame,
Trained in every liberal science,
choral dance and manly game,
These we treat with scorn and insult,
but the strangers newliest come,
Worthless sons of worthless fathers,
pinchbeck townsmen, yellowy scum,
Whom in earlier days the city
hardly would have stooped to use
Even for her scapegoat victims,
these for every task we choose.
O unwise and foolish people,
yet to mend your ways begin;
Use again the good and useful:
so hereafter, if ye win
'Twill be due to this your wisdom:
if ye fall, at least 'twill be
Not a fall that brings dishonour,
falling from a worthy tree.
Enter AEACUS, XANTHIAS and two attendants.
AEACUS
By Zeus the Saviour, quite the gentleman
Your master is.
XANTHIAS
Gentleman? I believe you.
He's all for wine and women, is my master.
AEACUS
But not to have flogged you, when the truth came out
That you, the slave, were passing off as master!
XANTHIAS
He'd get the worst of that.
AEACUS
Bravo! that's spoken
Like a true slave: that's what I love myself.
XANTHIAS
You love it, do you?
AEACUS
Love it? I'm entranced
When I can curse my lord behind his back.
XANTHIAS
How about grumbling, when you have felt the stick,
And scurry out of doors?
AEACUS
That's jolly too.
XANTHIAS
How about prying?
AEACUS
That beats everything,
XANTHIAS
Great Kin-god Zeus! And what of overhearing
Your master's secrets?
AEACUS
What? I'm mad with joy.
XANTHIAS
And blabbing them abroad?
- tremendous [tri´mendəs]
a.可怕的；巨大的 (初中英语单词) - foreigner [´fɔrinə] n.外国人 (初中英语单词)
- swallow [swɔləu] n.燕子 v.吞，咽；淹没 (初中英语单词)
- counsel [´kaunsəl] n.商议；劝告；律师 (初中英语单词)
- therefore [´ðeəfɔ:] ad.&conj.因此；所以 (初中英语单词)
- wisdom [´wizdəm] n.智慧，聪明，才智 (初中英语单词)
- likewise [´laikwaiz] ad.同样地；也，又 (初中英语单词)
- jealous [´dʒeləs] a.妒忌的 (初中英语单词)
- robber [´rɔbə] n.强盗；盗贼 (初中英语单词)
- honourable [´ɔnərəbəl] a.荣誉的；正直的 (初中英语单词)
- liberal [´libərəl] a.大方的 n.开明的人 (初中英语单词)
- worthy [´wə:ði] a.有价值的；值得的 (初中英语单词)
- abroad [ə´brɔ:d] ad.海外；到处；广泛 (初中英语单词)
- countless [´kauntlis] a.无数的 (高中英语单词)
- athens [´æθinz] n.雅典 (高中英语单词)
- straightway [´streitwei] ad.立刻 (高中英语单词)
- bravely [´breivli] ad.勇敢地；毅然 (高中英语单词)
- amongst [ə´mʌŋst] prep.其中之一 =among (高中英语单词)
- worthless [´wə:θləs] a.无价值的 (高中英语单词)
- hereafter [hiər´ɑ:ftə] ad.&n.将来；来世 (高中英语单词)
- perchance [pə´tʃɑ:ns] ad.偶然；可能 (英语四级单词)
- senseless [´sensləs] a.无知觉的；愚蠢的 (英语四级单词)
- unlucky [ʌn´lʌki] a.倒霉的，不幸的 (英语四级单词)
- sterling [´stə:liŋ] a.真正的 n.英国货币 (英语四级单词)
- workmanship [´wə:kmənʃip] n.手艺；工艺品；作品 (英语四级单词)
- saviour [´seiviə] n.救星；救助者 (英语四级单词)
- athenian [ə´θi:njən] a.雅典(人)的n.雅典人 (英语六级单词)
- unwise [ʌn´waiz] a.不聪明的，愚笨的 (英语六级单词)
- scurry [´skʌri] vi.&n.急赶；奔跑 (英语六级单词)
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