This is a vase good for all purposes; it will be used as a vessel for holding
all foul things, a mortar for pounding together law-suits, a lamp
for spying upon accounts, and as a cup for the mixing up and poisoning
None could ever trust a vessel for domestic use that has such a
ring about it.
Oh! it is strong, my friend, and will never get broken, if care is
taken to hang it head downwards.
There! it is well packed now!
Marry, I will proceed to carry off my bundle.
Farewell, worthiest of strangers, take this informer, good for
anything, and fling him where you like.
Bah! this rogue has given me enough trouble to pack! Here!
Boeotian, pick up your pottery.
Stoop, Ismenias, that I may put it on your shoulder, and be very
careful with it.
You carry nothing worth having; however, take it, for you will
profit by your bargain; the Informers will bring you luck.
A SERVANT OF LAMACHUS
What do you want crying this gait?
Lamachus wants to keep the Feast of Cups, and I come by his order
to bid you one drachma for some thrushes and three more for a Copaic eel.
f The second day of the Dionysia or feasts of Bacchus, kept in the month
Anthesterion (February), and called the Anthesteria. They lasted three
days; the second being the Feast of Cups, the third the Feast of Pans.
Vases, filled with grain of all kinds, were borne in procession and
dedicated to Hermes.
And who is this Lamachus, who demands an eel?
'Tis the terrible, indefatigable Lamachus, who is always brandishing
his fearful Gorgon's head and the three plumes which o'ershadow
No, no, he will get nothing, even though he gave me his buckler.
Let him eat salt fish, while he shakes his plumes, and, if he comes
here making any din, I shall call the inspectors. As for myself,
I shall take away all these goods; I go home on thrushes' wings
and black-birds' pinions.
f A parody on some verses from a lost poet.
You see, citizens, you see the good fortune which this man owes to
his prudence, to his profound wisdom. You see how, since he has
concluded peace, he buys what is useful in the household and good to
eat hot. All good things flow towards him unsought. Never will I welcome
the god of war in my house; never shall he chant the "Harmodius" at
my table; he is a sot, who comes feasting with those who are
overflowing with good things and brings all manner of mischief at his
heels. He overthrows, ruins, rips open; 'tis vain to make him a
thousand offers, "be seated, pray, drink this cup, proffered in all
friendship," he burns our vine-stocks and brutally pours out the wine
from our vineyards
on the ground. This man, on the other hand, covers his table withDownload<<BackPagesMainNext>>