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the knights-第11章

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  DEMOS

    Splended! Draw back in line!

  CLEON

    I am ready。

  DEMOS

    Off you go!

  SAUSAGE…SELLER (to CLEON)

    I shall not let you get to the tape。

  DEMOS

    What fervent lovers! If I am not to…day the happiest of men; it

will be because I am the most disgusted。

  CLEON (putting down the bench for DEMOS)

    Look! I am the first to bring you a seat。

  SAUSAGE…SELLER

    And I a table。

                      (He places his sausage…tray in front of DEMOS。)

  CLEON

    Wait; here is a cake kneaded of Pylos barley。

  SAUSAGE…SELLER

    Here are crusts; which the ivory hand of the goddess has hallowed。

  DEMOS

    Oh! Mighty Athene! How large are your fingers!

  CLEON

    This is pea…soup; as exquisite as it is fine; Pallas the

victorious goddess at Pylos is the one who crushed the peas herself。

  SAUSAGE…SELLER

    Oh; Demos! the goddess watches over you; she is stretching forth

 over your head。。。。 a stew…pan full of broth。

  DEMOS

    And should we still be dwelling in this city without this

protecting stew…pan?

  CLEON

    Here are some fish; given to you by her who is the terror of our

foes。

  SAUSAGE…SELLER

    The daughter of the mightiest of the gods sends you this meat

cooked in its own gravy; along with this dish of tripe and some

paunch。

  DEMOS

    That's to thank me for the peplus I offered to her; good。

  CLEON

    The goddess with the terrible plume invites you to eat this long

cake; you will row the harder on it。

  SAUSAGE…SELLER

    Take this also。

  DEMOS

    And what shall I do with this tripe?

  SAUSAGE…SELLER

    She sends it you to belly out your galleys; for she is always

showing her kindly anxiety for our fleet。 Now drink this drink

composed of three parts of water to two of wine。

  DEMOS

    Ah! what delicious wine; and how well it stands the water。

  SAUSAGE…SELLER

    The goddess who came from the head of Zeus mixed this liquor

with her own hands。

  CLEON

    Hold; here is a piece of good rich cake。

  SAUSAGE…SELLER

    But I offer you an entire cake。

  CLEON

    But you cannot offer him stewed hare as I do。

  SAUSAGE…SELLER (aside)

    Ah! great gods! stewed hare! where shall I find it? Oh! brain of

mine; devise some trick!

  CLEON (showing him the hare)

    Do you see this; you rogue?

  SAUSAGE…SELLER (pretending to look afar)

    A fig for that! Here are some people coming to seek me。 They are

envoys; bearing sacks bulging with money。

  CLEON

  (Hearing money mentioned CLEON turns his head; and the

SAUSAGE…SELLER seizes the opportunity to snatch away the stewed hare。)

    Where; where; I say?

  SAUSAGE…SELLER

    Bah! What's that to you? Will you not even now let the strangers

alone? Dear Demos; do you see this stewed hare which I bring you?

  CLEON

    Ah! rascal! you have shamelessly robbed me。

  SAUSAGE…SELLER

    You have robbed too; you robbed the Laconians at Pylos。

  DEMOS

    Please tell me; how did you get the idea to filch it from him?

  SAUSAGE…SELLER

    The idea comes from the goddess; the theft is all my own。

  CLEON

    And I had taken such trouble to catch this hare and I was the

one who had it cooked。

  DEMOS (to CLEON)

    Get you gone! My thanks are only for him who served it。

  CLEON

    Ah! wretch! you have beaten me in impudence!

  SAUSAGE…SELLER

    Well then; Demos; say now; who has treated you best; you and

your stomach? Decide!

  DEMOS

    How shall I act here so that the spectators shall approve my

judgment?

  SAUSAGE…SELLER

    I will tell you。 Without saying anything; go and rummage through

my basket; and then through the Paphlagonian's; and see what is in

them; that's the best way to judge。

  DEMOS

    Let us see then; what is there in yours?

  SAUSAGE…SELLER

    Why; it's empty; dear little father; I have brought everything

to you。

  DEMOS

    This is a basket devoted to the people。

  SAUSAGE…SELLER

    Now hunt through the Paphlagonian's。 (Pause; as Demos does so)

Well?

  DEMOS

    Oh! what a lot of good things! Why it's quite full! Oh! what a

huge great part of this cake he kept for himself! He had only cut

off the least little tiny piece for me。

  SAUSAGE…SELLER

    But this is what he has always done。 Of everything he took; he

only gave you the crumbs; and kept the bulk。

  DEMOS (to CLEON)

    Oh! rascal! was this the way you robbed me? And I was loading

you with chaplets and gifts!

  CLEON

    I robbed for the public weal。

  DEMOS (to CLEON)

    Give me back that crown; I shall give it to him。

  SAUSAGE…SELLER

    Return it quick; quick; you gallows…bird。

  CLEON

    No; for the Pythian oracle has revealed to me the name of him

who shall overthrow me。

  SAUSAGE…SELLER

    And that name was mine; nothing can be clearer。

  CLEON

    Reply and I shall soon see whether you are indeed the man whom the

god intended。 Firstly; what school did you attend when a child?

  SAUSAGE…SELLER

    It was in the kitchens; where I was taught with cuffs and blows。

  CLEON

    What's that you say? (aside) Ah! this is truly what the oracle

said。

  (To the SAUSAGE…SELLER) And what did you learn from the master of

exercises?

  SAUSAGE…SELLER

    I learnt to take a false oath without a smile; when I had stolen

something。

  CLEON (frightened; aside)

    Oh! Phoebus Apollo; god of Lycia! I am undone! (To the

SAUSAGE…SELLER) And when you had become a man; what trade did you

follow?

  SAUSAGE…SELLER

    I sold sausages and did a bit of fornication。

  CLEON (in consternation; aside)

    Oh! my god! I am a lost man! Ah! still one slender hope remains。

(to the SAUSAGE…SELLER) Tell me; was it on the market…place or near

the gates that you sold your sausages?

  SAUSAGE…SELLER

    Near the gates; in the market for salted goods。

  CLEON (in tragic despair)

    Alas! I see the prophecy of the god is verily come true。 Alas!

roll me home。 I am a miserable ruined man。 Farewell; my chaplet。

'Tis death to me to part with you。 So you are to belong to another;

'tis certain he cannot be a greater thief; but perhaps he may be a

luckier one。

                        (He gives the chaplet to the SAUSAGE…SELLER。)

  SAUSAGE…SELLER

    Oh! Zeus; protector of Greece! 'tis to you I owe this victory!

  DEMOSTHENES

    Hail! illustrious conqueror; but forget not; that if you have

become a great man; 'tis thanks to me; I ask but a little thing;

appoint me secretary of the law…court in the room of Phanus。

  DEMOS (to the SAUSAGE…SELLER)

    But what is your name then? Tell me。

  SAUSAGE…SELLER

    My name is Agoracritus; because I have always lived on the

marketplace in the midst of lawsuits。

  DEMOS

    Well then; Agoracritus; I stand by you; as for the Paphlagonian; I

hand him over to your mercy。

  AGORACRITUS

    Demos; I will care for you to the best of my power; and all

shall adm
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