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the knights-第4部分

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  LEADER OF THE CHORUS

    He argued rightly; to steal; perjure yourself and make your arse

receptive are three essentials for climbing high。

  CLEON

    I will stop your insolence; or rather the insolence of both of

you。 I will throw myself upon you like a terrible hurricane ravaging

both land and sea at the will of its fury。

  SAUSAGE…SELLER

    Then I will gather up my sausages and entrust myself to the kindly

waves of fortune so as to make you all the more enraged。

  DEMOSTHENES

    And I will watch in the bilges in case the boat should make water。

  CLEON

    No; by Demeter! I swear; it will not be with impunity that you

have thieved so many talents from the Athenians。

  DEMOSTHENES (to the SAUSAGE…SELLER)

    Oh! oh! reef your sail a bit! Here is a Northeaster blowing

calumniously。

  SAUSAGE…SELLER

    I know that you got ten talents out of Potidaea。

  CLEON

    Wait! I will give you one; but keep it dark!

  DEMOSTHENES (aside)

    Hah! that will please him mightily; (to the SAUSAGE…SELLER) now

you can travel under full sail。 The wind has lost its violence。

  CLEON

    I will bring four suits against you; each of one hundred talents。

    SAUSAGE…SELLER

    And I twenty against you for shirking duty and more than a

thousand for robbery。

  CLEON

    I maintain that your parents were guilty of sacrilege against

the goddess。

  SAUSAGE…SELLER

    And I; that one of your grandfathers was a satellite。。。。

  CLEON

    To whom? Explain!

  SAUSAGE…SELLER

    To Byrsina; the mother of Hippias。

  CLEON

    You are an impostor。

  SAUSAGE…SELLER

    And you are a rogue。

                                   (He strikes CLEON with a sausage。)

  DEMOSTHENES

    Hit him hard。

  CLEON

    Alas! The conspirators are murdering me!

  DEMOSTHENES (to the SAUSAGE…SELLER)

    Hit him! Hit him with all your might! Bruise his belly and lash

him with your guts and your tripe! Punish him with both hands!

                                     (CLEON sinks beneath the blows。)

  CHORUS…LEADER

    Oh! vigorous assailant and intrepid heart! See how you have

totally routed him in this duel of abuse; so that to us and to the

citizens you seem the saviour of the city。 How shall I give tongue

to my joy and praise you sufficiently?

  CLEON (recovering his wits)

    Ah! by Demeter! I was not ignorant of this plot and these

machinations that were being forged and nailed and put together

against me。

  DEMOSTHENES (to the SAUSAGE…SELLER)

    Look out; look out! Come outfence him with some wheelwright slang。

  SAUSAGE…SELLER

    His tricks at Argos do not escape me。 Under pretence of forming an

alliance with the Argives; he is hatching a plot with the

Lacedaemonians there; and I know why the bellows are blowing and the

metal that is on the anvil; it's the question of the prisoners。

  DEMOSTHENES

    Well done! Forge on; if he be a wheelwright。

  SAUSAGE…SELLER

    And there are men at Sparta who are hammering the iron with you;

but neither gold nor silver nor prayers nor anything else shall impede

my denouncing your trickery to the Athenians。

  CLEON

    As for me; I hasten to the Senate to reveal your plotting; your

nightly gatherings in the city; your trafficking with the Medes and

with the Great King; and all you are foraging for in Boeotia。

  SAUSAGE…SELLER

    What price then is paid for forage by Boeotians?

  CLEON

    Oh! by Heracles! I will tan your hide。

                                                        (He departs。)

  DEMOSTHENES

    Come; if you have both wit and heart; now is the time to show

it; as on the day when you hid the meat in your crotch; as you say。

Hasten to the Senate; for he will rush there like a tornado to

calumniate us all and give vent to his fearful bellowings。

  SAUSAGE…SELLER

    I am going; but first I must rid myself of my tripe and my knives;

I will leave them here。

  DEMOSTHENES

    Stay! rub your neck with lard; in this way you will slip between

the fingers of calumny。

  SAUSAGE…SELLER

    Spoken like a finished wrestling coach。

  DEMOSTHENES

    Now; bolt down these cloves of garlic。

  SAUSAGE…SELLER

    Pray; what for?

  DEMOSTHENES

    Well primed with garlic; you will have greater mettle for the

fight。 But hurry; make haste rapidly!

  SAUSAGE…SELLER

    That's just what I'm doing。

                                                        (He departs。)

  DEMOSTHENES

    And; above all; bite your foe; rend him to atoms; tear off his

comb and do not return until you have devoured his wattles。

                                   (He goes into the house of DEMOS。)

  LEADER OF THE CHORUS

    Go! make your attack with a light heart; avenge me and may Zeus

guard you! I burn to see you return the victor and laden with chaplets

of glory。 And you; spectators; enlightened critics of all kind of

poetry; lend an ear to my anapests。 (The Chorus moves forward and

faces the audience。)

    Had one of the old authors asked me to mount this stage to

recite his verses; he would not have found it hard to persuade me。 But

our poet of to…day is likewise worthy of this favour; he shares our

hatred; he dares to tell the truth; he boldly braves both

waterspouts and hurricanes。 Many among you; he tells us; have

expressed wonder; that he has not long since had a piece presented

in his own name; and have asked the reason why。 This is what he bids

us say in reply to your questions; it is not without grounds that he

has courted the shade; for; in his opinion; nothing is more

difficult than to cultivate the comic Muse; many court her; but very

few secure her favours。 Moreover; he knows that you are fickle by

nature and betray your poets when they grow old。 What fate befell

Magnes; when his hair went white? Often enough had he triumphed over

his rivals; he had sung in all keys; played the lyre and fluttered

wings; he turned into a Lydian and even into a gnat; daubed himself

with green to become a frog。 All in vain! When young; you applauded

him; in his old age you hooted and mocked him; because his genius

for raillery had gone。 Cratinus again was like a torrent of glory

rushing across the plain; up…rooting oak; plane tree and rivals and

bearing them pell…mell in his wake。 The only songs at the banquet

were; 〃Doro; shod with lying tales〃 and 〃Adepts of the Lyric Muse;〃 so

great was his renown。 Look at him now! he drivels; his lyre has

neither strings nor keys; his voice quivers; but you have no pity

for him; and you let him wander about as he can; like Connas; his

temples circled with a withered chaplet; the poor old fellow is

dying of thirst; he who; in honour of his glorious past; should be

in the Prytaneum drinking at his ease; and instead of trudging the

country should be sitting amongst the first row of the spectators;

close to the statue of Dionysus and loaded with perfumes。 Crates;

again; have you done hounding him with your rage and your hisses?

True; it was but meagre fare that his sterile Muse could offer you;

a few ingenious fancies formed the sole ingredients; but

nevertheless he knew how to stand firm and to recover from his

falls。 It is such examples that frighten our poet; in addition; he

would tell himself; that before being a pilot; he must first know

how to row; then to keep watch at the prow; after that how to gauge

the winds; and that only then would he be able to command his

vessel。 If then you approve this wise caution and his resolve that

he would not bore you with foolish nonsense; raise loud waves of

applause in his favour this day; so that; at this Lenaean feast; the

breath of your favour may swell the sails of his triumphant galley and

the poet may withdraw proud of his success; with head erect and his

face beaming with delight。

  FIRST SEMI…CHORUS (singing)

    Posidon; god of the racing steeds; I salute you; you who delight

in their neighing and in the resounding clatter of their brass…shod

hoofs; god of the swift galleys; which; loaded with mercenaries;

cleave the seas with their azure beaks; god of the equestrian

contests; in which young rivals; eager for glory; ruin themselves

for the sake of distinction with their chariots in the arena; come and

direct our chorus; Posidon with the trident of gold; you; who reign

over the dolphins; who are worshipped at Sunium and at Geraestus

beloved of Phormio; and dear to the whole city above all the

immortals; I salute you!

  LEADER OF FIRST SEMI…CHORUS

    Let us sing the glory of our forefathers; ever victors; both on

land and sea; they merit that Athens; rendered famous by these; her

worthy sons; should write their deeds upon the sacred peplus。 As

soon as they saw the enemy; they at once sprang at him without ever

counting his strength。 Should one of them fall in the conflict he

would shake off the dust; deny his mishap and begin the struggle anew。

Not one of these generals of
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