CHORUS Standing always in one position; Nay but to veer, with expedition, And ever to catch the favouring breeze, This is the part of a shrewd tactician, This is to be a—Theramenes!
DIONYSUS Truly an exquisite joke ’twould be, Him with a dancing girl to see, Lolling at ease on Milesian rugs; Me, like a slave, beside him standing, Aught that he wants to his lordship handing; Then as the damsel fair he hugs, Seeing me all on fire to embrace her, He would perchance (for there’s no man baser), Turning him round like a lazy lout, Straight on my mouth deliver a facer, Knocking my ivory choirmen out.
HOSTESS O Plathane! Plathane! Here’s that naughty man,
HOSTESS That’s he who got into our tavern once, And ate up sixteen loaves.
PLATHANE O, so he is! The very man.
XANTHIAS Bad luck for somebody!
HOSTESS O and, besides, those twenty bits of stew, Half-obol pieces.
XANTHIAS Somebody’s going to catch it!
HOSTESS That garlic too.
DIONYSUS Woman, you’re talking nonsense. You don’t know what you’re saying.
HOSTESS O, you thought I shouldn’t know you with your buskins on! Ah, and I’ve not yet mentioned all that fish, No, nor the new-made cheese: he gulped it down, Baskets and all, unlucky that we were. And when I just alluded to the price, He looked so fierce, and bellowed like a bull.
XANTHIAS Yes, that’s his way: that’s what he always does.
HOSTESS O, and he drew his sword, and seemed quite mad.
PLATHANE O, that he did.
HOSTESS And terrified us so We sprang up to the cockloft, she and I.
HOSTESS Then out he hurled, decamping with the rugs.
XANTHIAS That’s his way too; but something must be done.
HOSTESS Quick, run and call my patron Cleon here!
PLATHANE O, if you meet him, call Hyperbolus! We’ll pay you out to-day.
HOSTESS O filthy throat, O how I’d like to take a stone, and hack Those grinders out with which you chawed my wares.
PLATHANE I’d like to pitch you in the deadman’s pit.
HOSTESS I’d like to get a reaping-hook and scoop That gullet out with which you gorged my tripe.: But I’ll to Cleon: he’ll soon serve his writs; He’ll twist it out of you to-day, he will.
DIONYSUS Perdition seize me, if I don’t love Xanthias.
XANTHIAS Aye, aye, I know your drift: stop, stop that talking. I won’t be Heracles.
DIONYSUS O, don’t say so, Dear, darling Xanthias.
XANTHIAS Why, how can I,