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What no chorus?
STREPSIADES. What I mentioned before: that immoral way of debating.
SOKRATES. But you need to learn other things first. Now here's an example:
Which animals rightly belong to the masculine gender?*
STREPSIADES. I know all the masculine ones. Any fool knows that!
The ram, the goat, the bull, the dog, and the cock-fowl.
SOKRATES. You see what you're doing? The word for cock you've used
Is the same one you always use for hens as well.
STREPSIADES. Is that really so?
SOKRATES. But of course: you say 'cock' for both.*
STREPSIADES. By Poseidon, that's right! Well, what should I say then instead?
MORAL. Come over here then! Show yourself
To the audience there. What an impudent thing!
IMMORAL. Go wherever you want! The bigger the crowd
The more I'll argue you into the ground.
MORAL. What you?
IMMORAL. With my words.
MORAL. But you're weaker than me.
IMMORAL. All the same I'll defeat
One who makes the claim that he's stronger than me.
MORAL. What's your clever trick then?
IMMORAL. I have new ideas I've discovered myself.
MORAL. Well such things only flourish
(gesturing at audience) On account of these idiots sitting in front of us here.
IMMORAL. But these people are clever.
AGATHON. There's no escaping the link. I've recognized this
And have pampered myself accordingly.
KINSMAN. But why?
EURIPIDES [to KINSMAN]. Stop yapping away. I used to be just the same
When I was the age he is and was starting to write.
KINSMAN. By Zeus I'm glad I wasn't brought up like you!
EURIPIDES. But let me explain the reason I've come.
KINSMAN.
Yes, tell him.
EURIPIDES. Agathon, 'it's the mark of a skilful man to know how
To compress a long speech with a fine concision of words?*
I've been struck down by a blow of fresh misfortune
And have come to you in supplication.
AGATHON. What for?
EURIPIDES. The women have plans to destroy my life today
At the Thesmophoria, because I slander them.
AGATHON. What kind of help do you think that I can give?
EURIPIDES. Every kind that I need! If you infiltrate the meeting
That the women are holding and look like a woman yourself,
You can speak in defence of me and save my life!
Only you can speak in a style that's worthy of me.
AGATHON. Why can't you go and present your own defence?
EURIPIDES. I'll tell you. For one thing, my face is known to all.
For another, my hair is grey and I'm bearded as well.
But your face is pretty, as pale as a woman's and shaved,
You've a woman's voice, you're soft-skinned, and lovely to look at.
AGATHON [hesitating]. Euripides—
EURIPIDES. What nonsense you're talking. My prologues are beautifully written.
AISCHYLOS. I can't bear to continue this word-by-word dissection
Of every verse. With the help of the gods on my side I'll use a miniature oil-jar to rubbish your prologues.*
EURIPIDES. A miniature oil-jar to deal with my prologues?
AISCHYLOS. Just one.
Your style of writing means any old object will fit—
A fleecelet, a miniature oil-jar, a little old sack—
The iambic lines you compose. I'll show you at once.
EURIPIDES. Oh you will, will you?
AISCHYLOS. Yes.
EURIPIDES. All right then, listen to this.
'Aigyptos, so prevailing tradition relates,
With fifty sons traversed the sea by oar,
Put in to Argos and—*
AISCHYLOS. …lost his miniature oil-jar!
DIONYSOS. What's the point of the miniature oil-jar? It's damned annoying.
Recite him a further prologue let's see what it means.
EURIPIDES. ‘Dionysos, equipped with thyrso and wearing fawnskins,
Among the pine-trees down Parnassos's slopes
Went leaping in dance and—›*
AISCHYLOS. …lost his miniature oil-jar!
DIONYSOS. Oh no, he's struck us again with this miniature oil-jar!
EURIPIDES. I'm not concerned by that. Now here's a prologue
To which he won't be able to tag on an oil-jar.
‘No man exists who's happy in all respects.
Perhaps born noble he falls in penury's way.
Or low by birth—**
AISCHYLOS. …he loses his miniature oil-jar!
DIONYSOS [confidentially]. Euripides—
EURIPIDES. What's wrong?