who supplied the city with fuel.
Let 'em shout as much as they please! But HAVE you brought me
Most certainly, here are three samples to select from, this one is
five years old; take it and taste.
f He presents them in the form of wines contained in three separate
It does not please me; it smells of pitch and of the ships they are
f Meaning, preparations for war.
Here is another, ten years old; taste it.
It smells strongly of the delegates, who go around the towns
to chide the allies for their slowness.
f Meaning, securing allies for the continuance of the war.
This last is a truce of thirty years, both on sea and land.
Oh! by Bacchus! what a bouquet! It has the aroma of nectar and
ambrosia; this does not say to us, "Provision yourselves for three
days." But it lisps the gentle numbers, "Go whither you will."
I accept it, ratify it, drink it at one draught and consign the
Acharnians to limbo. Freed from the war and its ills, I shall
keep the Dionysia in the country.
f When Athens sent forth an army, the soldiers were usually ordered
to assemble at some particular spot with provisions for three days.
f These feasts were also called the Anthesteria or Lenaea; the Lenaem
was a temple to Bacchus, erected outside the city. They took place
during the month Anthesterion (February).
And I shall run away, for I'm mortally afraid of the Acharnians.
This way all! Let us follow our man; we will demand him of
everyone we meet; the public weal makes his seizure imperative. Ho,
there! tell me which way the bearer of the truce has gone; he has escaped
us, he has disappeared. Curse old age! When I was young, in the days
when I followed Phayllus, running with a sack of coals on my back, this
wretch would not have eluded my pursuit, let him be as swift as he will;
but now my limbs are stiff; old Lacratides feels his legs are
weighty and the traitor escapes me. No, no, let us follow him; old
Acharnians like ourselves shall not be set at naught by a
scoundrel, who has dared, great gods! to conclude a truce, when I wanted
the war continued with double fury in order to avenge my ruined lands.
No mercy for our foes until I have pierced their hearts like sharp
reed, so that they dare never again ravage my vineyards.
Come, let us seek the rascal; let us look everywhere, carrying our
stones in our hands; let us hunt him from place to place until we trap
him; I could never, never tire of the delight of stoning him.
f A celebrated athlete from Croton and a victor at Olympia; he was
equally good as a runner and at the 'five exercises.'
f He had been Archon at the time of the battle of Marathon.Download<<BackPagesMainNext>>