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to kiss me

and, while she is calling me "her dearest father," fishes out my

triobolus with her tongue; then my little wife comes to wheedle me and

brings a nice light cake; she sits beside me and entreats me in a

thousand ways, "Do take this now; do have some more." All this

delights me hugely, and I have no need to turn towards you or the

steward to know when it shall please him to serve my dinner, all the

while cursing and grumbling. But if he does not quickly knead my cake,

I have something which is my defence, my shield against all ills. If

you do not pour me out drink, I have brought this long-eared jar

full of wine. How it brays, when I bend back and bury its neck in my

mouth! It farts like a whole army, and how I laugh at your wine-skins.

(With increasing excitement) As to power, am I not equal to the king

of the gods? If our assembly is noisy, all say as they pass, "Great

gods! the tribunal is rolling out its thunder!" If I let loose the

lightning, the richest, aye, the noblest are half dead with terror and

crap for fright. You yourself are afraid of me, yea, by Demeter! you

are afraid. But may I die if you frighten me.

CHORUS (singing)

Never have I heard speech so elegant or so sensible.

PHILOCLEON

Ah! he thought he had only to turn me round his finger; he should,

however have known the vigour of my eloquence.

CHORUS (singing)

He has said everything without omission. I felt myself grow taller

while I listened to him. Methought myself meting out justice in the

Islands of the Blest, so much was I taken with the charm of his words.

BDELYCLEON

How overjoyed they are! What extravagant delight! Ah! ah! you

are going to get a thrashing to-day.

CHORUS (singing)

Come, plot everything you can to beat him; 'tis not easy to soften

me if you do no talk on my side.

LEADER OF THE CHORUS

If you have nothing but nonsense to spout, it's time to buy a good

millstone, freshly cut withal, to crush my anger.

BDELYCLEON

The cure of a disease, so inveterate and so widespread in

Athens, is a difficult task and of too great importance for the

scope of comedy. Nevertheless, my old father....

PHILOCLEON

Cease to call me by that name, for, if you do not prove me a slave

and that quickly too, you must die by my hand, even if I must be

deprived of my share in the sacred feasts.

BDELYCLEON

Listen to me, dear little father, unruffle that frowning brow

and reckon, you can do so without trouble, not with pebbles, but on

your fingers, what is the sum-total of the tribute paid by the

allied towns; besides this we have the direct imposts, a mass of

percentage dues, the fees of the courts of justice, the produce from

the mines, the markets, the harbours, tile public lands and the

confiscations. All these together amount to nearly two thousand

talents. Take from this sum the annual pay of the dicasts; they number

six thousand, and there have never been more in this town; so

therefore it is one hundred and fifty talents that come to you.

PHILOCLEON

What! our pay is not even a tithe of the state revenue?

BDELYCLEON

Why no, certainly not.

PHILOCLEON

And where does the rest go then?

BDELYCLEON

To those who say: "I shall never betray the interests of the

masses; I shall always fight for the people." And it is you, father,

who let yourself be caught with their fine talk, who give them all

power over yourself. They are the men who extort fifty talents at a

time by threat and intimidation from the allies. "Pay tribute to

me," they say, "or I shall loose the lightning on you-town and destroy

it." And you, you are content to gnaw the crumbs of your own might.

What do the allies do? They see that the Athenian mob lives on the

tribunal in niggard and miserable fashion, and they count you for

nothing, for not more than the vote of Connus; it is on those wretches

that they lavish
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