CHORUS 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.
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
AEACUS 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?
AEACUS O heaven and earth! When I do that, I can’t contain myself.
XANTHIAS Phoebus Apollo! clap your hand in mine, Kiss and be kissed: and prithee tell me this, Tell me by Zeus, our rascaldom’s own god, What’s all that noise within? What means this hubbub And row?
AEACUS That’s Aeschylus and Euripides.
XANTHIAS Eh?
AEACUS Wonderful, wonderful things are going on. The dead are rioting, taking different sides.
XANTHIAS Why, what’s the matter?
AEACUS There’s a custom here
AEACUS With all the crafts, the good and noble crafts, That the chief master of his art in each Shall have his dinner in the assembly hall, ’And sit by Pluto’s side,
XANTHIAS I understand. Until another comes, more wise than he In the same art: then must the first give way. And how has this disturbed our Aeschylus? ’Twas he that occupied the tragic chair, As, in his craft, the noblest.
XANTHIAS Who does now? But when Euripides came down, he kept Flourishing off before the highwaymen, Thieves, burglars, parricides—these form our mob In Hades—till with listening to his twists And turns, and pleas and-counterpleas, they went Mad on the man, and hailed him first and wisest: Elate with this, he claimed the tragic chair