the acharnians-第7章
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to us the bearer of terrible tidings。〃
HERALD （in tragic style）
Oh！ toils and battles and Lamachuses！
（He knocks on LAMACHUS' door。）
LAMACHUS （from within； in tragic style）
What noise resounds around my dwelling； where shines the glint
of arms。
（He comes out of his house。）
HERALD
The Generals order you forthwith to take your battalions and
your plumes； and； despite the snow； to go and guard our borders。
They have learnt that a band of Boeotians intend taking advantage of
the Feast of Cups to invade our country。
LAMACHUS
Ah！ the Generals！ they are numerous； but not good for much！ It's
cruel； not to be able to enjoy the feast！
DICAEOPOLIS
Oh！ warlike host of Lamachus！
LAMACHUS
Wretch！ do you dare to jeer me？
DICAEOPOLIS
Do you want to fight this four…winged Geryon？
LAMACHUS
Oh！ oh！ what fearful tidings！
DICAEOPOLIS
Ah！ ah！ I see another herald running up； what news does he bring
me？
（Another HERALD enters。）
HERALD
Dicaeopolis！
DICAEOPOLIS
What is the matter？
HERALD
Come quickly to the feast and bring your basket and your cup； it
is the priest of Bacchus who invites you。 But hasten； the guests
have been waiting for you a long while。 All is ready…couches；
tables； cushions； chaplets； perfumes； dainties and whores to boot；
biscuits； cakes； sesamebread； tarts； lovely dancing women； and the
〃Harmodius。〃 But come with all speed。
LAMACHUS
Oh！ hostile gods！
DICAEOPOLIS
This is not astounding； you have chosen this great ugly Gorgon's
head for your patron。 （To a slave） You； shut the door； and let someone
get ready the meal。
LAMACHUS
Slave！ slave！ my knapsack！
DICAEOPOLIS
Slave！ slave！ a basket！
LAMACHUS
Take salt and thyme； slave； and don't forget the onions。
DICAEOPOLIS
Get some fish for me； I cannot bear onions。
LAMACHUS
Slave； wrap me up a little stale salt meat in a fig…leaf。
DICAEOPOLIS
And for me some nice fat tripe in a fig…leaf； I will have it
cooked here。
LAMACHUS
Bring me the plumes for my helmet。
DICAEOPOLIS
Bring me wild pigeons and thrushes。
LAMACHUS
How white and beautiful are these ostrich feathers！
DICAEOPOLIS
How fat and well browned is the flesh of this wood…pigeon！
LAMACHUS （to DICAEOPOLIS）
My friend； stop scoffing at my armour。
DICAEOPOLIS （to LAMACHUS）
My friend； stop staring at my thrushes。
LAMACHUS （to his slave）
Bring me the case for my triple plume。
DICAEOPOLIS （to his slave）
Pass me over that dish of hare。
LAMACHUS
Alas！ the moths have eaten the hair of my crest。
DICAEOPOLIS
Shall I eat my hare before dinner？
LAMACHUS
My friend； will you kindly not speak to me？
DICAEOPOLIS
I'm not speaking to you； I'm scolding my slave。 （To the slave）
Shall we wager and submit the matter to Lamachus； which of the two
is the best to eat； a locust or a thrush？
LAMACHUS
Insolent hound！
DICAEOPOLIS
He much prefers the locusts。
LAMACHUS
Slave； unhook my spear and bring it to me。
DICAEOPOLIS
Slave； slave； take the sausage from the fire and bring it to me。
LAMACHUS
Come； let me draw my spear from its sheath。 Hold it； slave； hold
it tight。
DICAEOPOLIS
And you； slave； grip well hold of the skewer。
LAMACHUS
Slave； the bracings for my shield。
DICAEOPOLIS
Pull the loaves out of the oven and bring me these bracings of
my stomach。
LAMACHUS
My round buckler with the Gorgon's head。
DICAEOPOLIS
My round cheese…cake。
LAMACHUS
What clumsy wit！
DICAEOPOLIS
What delicious cheese…cake！
LAMACHUS
Pour oil on the buckler。 Hah！ hah I can see reflected there an old
man who will be accused of cowardice。
DICAEOPOLIS
Pour honey on the cake。 Hah！ hah！ hah！ I can see an old man who
makes Lamachus of the Gorgon's head weep with rage。
LAMACHUS
Slave； full war armour。
DICAEOPOLIS
Slave； my beaker； that is my armour。
LAMACHUS
With this I hold my ground with any foe。
DICAEOPOLIS
And I with this in any drinking bout。
LAMACHUS
Fasten the strappings to the buckler。
DICAEOPOLIS
Pack the dinner well into the basket。
LAMACHUS
Personally I shall carry the knapsack。
DICAEOPOLIS
Personally I shall carry the cloak。
LAMACHUS
Slave； take up the buckler and let's be off。 It is snowing！ God
help us！ A wintry business！
DICAEOPOLIS
Take up the basket； mine's a festive business。
（They depart in opposite directions。）
LEADER OF THE CHORUS
We wish you both joy on your journeys； which differ so much。 One
goes to mount guard and freeze； while the other will drink； crowned
with flowers； and then lie with a young beauty till he gets his tool
all sore。
CHORUS （singing）
I say it freely； may Zeus confound Antimachus； the poet…historian；
the son of Psacas！ When Choregus at the Lenaea； alas！ alas！ he
dismissed me dinnerless。 May I see him devouring with his eyes a
cuttle…fish； just served； well cooked； hot and properly salted； and
the moment that he stretches his hand to help himself； may a dog seize
it and run off with it。 Such is my first wish。 I also hope for him a
misfortune at night。 That returning all…fevered from horse practice；
he may meet an Orestes； mad with drink； who will crack him over the
head； that wishing to seize a stone； he； in the dark； may pick up a
fresh turd； hurl； miss him and hit Cratinus。
（The slave of LAMACHUS enters。）
SLAVE OF LAMACHUS （knocking on the door of LAMACHUS' house； in
tragic style）
Captives present within the house of Lamachus； water； water in a
little pot！ Make it warm； get ready cloths； cerate； greasy wool and
bandages for his ankle。 In leaping a ditch； the master has hurt
himself against a stake； he has dislocated and twisted his ankle；
broken his head by falling on a stone； while his Gorgon shot far
away from his buckler。 His mighty braggadocio plume rolled on the
ground； at this sight he uttered these doleful words； 〃Radiant star； I
gaze on thee for the last time； my eyes close to all light； I die。〃
Having said this； he falls into the water； gets out again； meets
some runaways and pursues the robbers with his spear at their
backsides。 But here he comes； himself。 Get the door open。
（In this final scene all the lines are sung。）
LAMACHUS （limping in with the help of two soldiers and singing a
song of woe）
Oh！ heavens！ oh！ heavens！ What cruel pain！ I faint； I tremble！
Alas！ I die！ the foe's lance has struck me！ But what would hurt me
most would be for Dicaeopolis to see me wounded thus and laugh at my
ill…fortune。
DICAEOPOLIS （enters with two courtesans； singing gaily）
Oh！ my gods！ what breasts！ Swelling like quinces！ Come； my
treasures； give me voluptuous kisses Glue your lips to mine。 Haha！ I
was the first to empty my cup。
LAMACHUS
Oh！ cruel fate！ how I suffer！ accursed wounds！
DICAEOPOLIS
Hah！ hah！ Hail！ Lamachippus！
LAMACHUS
Woe is me！
DICAEOPOLIS （to the one girl）
Why do you kiss me？
LAMACHUS
Ah； wretched me！
DICAEOPOLIS （to the other girl）
And why do you bite me？
LAMACHUS
'Twas a cruel score I was paying back！
DICAEOPOLIS
Scores are not evened at the Feast of Cups！
LAMACHUS
Oh Oh！ Paean； Paean！
DICAEOPOLIS
But to…day is not the feast of Paean。
LAMACHUS （to the soldiers）
Oh take hold of my leg； do； ah I hold it tenderly； my friends！
DICAEOPOLIS （to the girls）
And you； my darlings； take hold of my tool； both of you！
LAMACHUS
This blow with the stone makes me dizzy； my sight grows dim。
DICAEOPOLIS
For myself； I want to get to bed； I've got an erection and I
want to make love in the dark。
LAMACHUS
Carry me to the surgeon Pittalus。 Put me in his healing hands！
DICAEOPOLIS
Take me to the judges。 Where is the king of the feast？ The
wine…skin is mine！
LAMACHUS （as he is being carried away）
That spear has pierced my bones； what torture I endure！
DICAEOPOLIS （to the audience）
You see this empty cup！ I triumph！ I triumph！
CHORUS
Old man； I come at your bidding！ You triumph！ you triumph！
DICAEOPOLIS
Again I have brimmed my cup with umnixed wine and drained it at
a draught！
CHORUS
You triumph then； brave champion； thine is the wine…skin！
DICAEOPOLIS
Follow me； singing 〃Triumph！ Triumph！〃
CHORUS
Aye！ we will sing of thee； thee and thy sacred wine…skin； and we
all； as we follow thee； will repeat in thine honour； 〃Triumph；
Triumph！
…THE END…
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