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The Clouds [1]

By Root 197 0
too fast about your work, your threads are too closely

woven and you use far too much wool."

(A slave enters witk a lamp.)

SLAVE

There is no more oil in the lamp.

STREPSIADES

Why then did you light such a thirsty lamp? Come here, I am

going to beat you.

SLAVE

What for?

STREPSIADES

Because you have put in too thick a wick....Later, when we had

this boy, what was to be his name? It was the cause of much

quarrelling with my loving wife. She insisted on having some reference

to a horse in his name, that he should be called Xanthippus, Charippus

or Callippides. I wanted to name him Phidonides after his grandfather.

We disputed long, and finally agreed to style him Phidippides....She

used to fondle and coax him, saying, "Oh! what a joy it will be to

me when you have grown up, to see you, like my father, Megacles,

clothed in purple and standing up straight in your chariot driving

your steeds toward the town." And I would say to him, "When, like your

father, you will go, dressed in a skin, to fetch back your goats

from Phelleus." Alas! he never listened to me and his madness for

horses has shattered my fortune. (He gets out of bed.) But by dint

of thinking the livelong night, I have discovered a road to salvation,

both miraculous and divine. If he will but follow it, I shall be out

of my trouble! First, however, he must be awakened, but it must be

done as gently as possible. How shall I manage it? Phidippides! my

little Phidippides!

PHIDIPPIDES (awaking again)

What is it, father?

STREPSIADES

Kiss me and give me your hand.

PHIDIPPIDES (getting up and doing as his father requests)

There! What's it all about?

STREPSIADES

Tell me! do you love me?

PHIDIPPIDES

By Posidon, the equestrian Posidon! yes, I swear I do.

STREPSIADES

Oh, do not, I pray you, invoke this god of horses; he is the one

who is the cause of all my cares. But if you really love me, and

with your whole heart, my boy, believe me.

PHIDIPPIDES

Believe you? about what?

STREPSIADES

Alter your habits forthwith and go and learn what I tell you.

PHIDIPPIDES

Say on, what are your orders?

STREPSIADES

Will you obey me ever so little?

PHIDIPPIDES

By Bacchus, I will obey you.

STREPSIADES

Very well then! Look this way. Do you see that little door and

that little house?

PHIDIPPIDES

Yes, father. But what are you driving at?

STREPSIADES

That is the Thoughtery of wise souls. There they prove that we are

coals enclosed on all sides under a vast snuffer, which is the sky. If

well paid, these men also teach one how to gain law-suits, whether

they be just or not.

PHIDIPPIDES

What do they call themselves?

STREPSIADES

I do not know exactly, but they are deep thinkers and most

admirable people.

PHIDIPPIDES

Bah! the wretches! I know them; you mean those quacks with pale

faces, those barefoot fellows, such as that miserable Socrates and

Chaerephon?

STREPSIADES

Silence! say nothing foolish! If you desire your father not to die

of hunger, join their company and let your horses go.

PHIDIPPIDES

No, by Bacchus! even though you gave me the pheasants that

Leogoras raises.

STREPSIADES

Oh! my beloved son, I beseech you, go and follow their teachings.

PHIDIPPIDES

And what is it I should learn?

STREPSIADES

It seems they have two courses of reasoning, the true and the

false, and that, thanks to the false, the worst law-suits can be

gained. If then you learn this science, which is false, I shall not

have to pay an obolus of all the debts I have contracted on your

account.

PHIDIPPIDES

No, I will not do it. I should no longer dare to look at our gallant

horsemen, when I had so ruined my tan.

STREPSIADES

Well then, by Demeter! I will no
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