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Aristophanes, Peace (ed. Eugene O'Neill, Jr.), line 118 (search)
eyes of the gods. Trygaeus Eh! don't you see, little fool, that then twice the food would be wanted? Whereas my beetle devours again as filth what I have eaten myself. Little Daughter And if it fell into the watery depths of the sea, could it escape with its wings? Trygaeus Exposing himself. I am fitted with a rudder in case of need, and my Naxos beetle will serve me as a boat. Little Daughter And what harbor will you put in at? Trygaeus Why, is there not the harbor of Cantharus at the Piraeus? Little Daughter Take care not to knock against anything and so fall off into space; once a cripple, you would be a fit subject for Euripides, who would put you into a tragedy. Trygaeus As the Machine hoists him higher. I'll see to it. Good-bye!To the Athenians.You, for love of whom I brave these dangers, do ye neither fart nor crap for the space of three days, for, if, while cleaving the air, my steed should scent anything, he would fling me head foremost from the summit of my hopes.
Aristophanes, Peace (ed. Eugene O'Neill, Jr.), line 154 (search)
Trygaeus Intoning.Now come, my Pegasus, get a-going with up-pricked ears and make your golden bridle resound gaily. Eh! what are you doing? What are you up to? Do you turn your nose towards the cesspools? Come, pluck up a spirit; rush upwards from the earth, stretch out your speedy wings and make straight for the palace of Zeus; for once give up foraging in your daily food. —Hi! you down there, what are you after now? Oh! my god! it's a man taking a crap in the Piraeus, close to the whorehouses. But is it my death you seek then, my death? Will you not bury that right away and pile a great heap of earth upon it and plant wild thyme therein and pour perfumes on it? If I were to fall from up here and misfortune happened to me, the town of Chios would owe a fine of five talents for my death, all because of your damned ars