Aristophanes, Acharnians, Anonymous (Translator), 234

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CHORUS

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.

DICAEOPOLIS

Peace! profane men!¹

CHORUS

Silence all! Friends, do you hear the sacred formula? Here is he, whom we seek! This way, all! Get out of his way, surely he comes to offer an oblation.

Acharnians. Aristophanes. Anonymous (Translator). New York. 192?.

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Acharnians (OCR draft) (English) (English (Anonymous; Liveright, 192?). Migrated from Perseus legacy XML; source wording and notes retained. See TEI header and migration inventory.)

Provisional text from uncorrected OCR; expect errors.

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Ἀχαρνῆς Perseus (Aristophanes. Aristophanis Comoediae, Vol. 1. Hall, F. W. and Geldart, William M., editors. Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1906.) — 241-279 focus

Δικαιόπολις

εὐφημεῖτε, εὐφημεῖτε.

προΐτω σʼ τὸ πρόσθεν ὀλίγον ἡ κανηφόρος·

ὁ Ξανθίας τὸν φαλλὸν ὀρθὸν στησάτω.

κατάθου τὸ κανοῦν ὦ θύγατερ, ἵνʼ ἀπαρξώμεθα.

Θυγάτηρ

ὦ μῆτερ ἀνάδος δεῦρο τὴν ἐτνήρυσιν,
245

ἵνʼ ἔτνος καταχέω τοὐλατῆρος τουτουί.

Δικαιόπολις

καὶ μὴν καλόν γʼ ἔστʼ· ὦ Διόνυσε δέσποτα

κεχαρισμένως σοι τήνδε τὴν πομπὴν ἐμὲ

πέμψαντα καὶ θύσαντα μετὰ τῶν οἰκετῶν

ἀγαγεῖν τυχηρῶς τὰ κατʼ ἀγροὺς Διονύσια,
250

στρατιᾶς ἀπαλλαχθέντα· τὰς σπονδὰς δέ μοι

καλῶς ξυνενεγκεῖν τὰς τριακοντούτιδας.

ἄγʼ ὦ θύγατερ ὅπως τὸ κανοῦν καλὴ καλῶς

οἴσεις βλέπουσα θυμβροφάγον. ὡς μακάριος

ὅστις σʼ ὀπύσει κἀκποιήσεται γαλᾶς
255

σοῦ μηδὲν ἥττους βδεῖν, ἐπειδὰν ὄρθρος ᾖ.

πρόβαινε, κἀν τὤχλῳ φυλάττεσθαι σφόδρα

μή τις λαθών σου περιτράγῃ τὰ χρυσία.

ὦ Ξανθία, σφῷν δʼ ἐστὶν ὀρθὸς ἑκτέος

ὁ φαλλὸς ἐξόπισθε τῆς κανηφόρου·
260

ἐγὼ δʼ ἀκολουθῶν ᾄσομαι τὸ φαλλικόν·

σὺ δʼ ὦ γύναι θεῶ μʼ ἀπὸ τοῦ τέγους. πρόβα.

263

Δικαιόπολις

Φαλῆς ἑταῖρε Βακχίου

ξύγκωμε νυκτοπεριπλάνητε

μοιχὲ παιδεραστά,
265

ἕκτῳ σʼ ἔτει προσεῖπον ἐς

τὸν δῆμον ἐλθὼν ἄσμενος,

σπονδὰς ποιησάμενος ἐμαυτῷ,

πραγμάτων τε καὶ μαχῶν

καὶ Λαμάχων ἀπαλλαγείς.
270

πολλῷ γάρ ἐσθʼ ἥδιον, ὦ Φαλῆς Φαλῆς,

κλέπτουσαν εὑρόνθʼ ὡρικὴν ὑληφόρον

τὴν Στρυμοδώρου Θρᾷτταν ἐκ τοῦ Φελλέως

μέσην λαβόντʼ ἄραντα καταβαλόντα

καταγιγαρτίσʼ ὦ
275

Φαλῆς Φαλῆς.

ἐὰν μεθʼ ἡμῶν ξυμπίῃς, ἐκ κραιπάλης

ἕωθεν εἰρήνης ῥοφήσει τρύβλιον·

ἡ δʼ ἀσπὶς ἐν τῷ φεψάλῳ κρεμήσεται.

Translations (1)

English (Sanjaya, generated; selected passages) (OCR draft) Experimental (Source: pnadelofficial/aristophanes-sanjaya, commit c319590c139e5603e71f0699caa0663d823af8ad. Machine-generated source annotations retained; see Sanjaya import audit for coverage and limitations.) — 234 focus

Chorus: But we must seek the man and look in his direction.

Chorus: and to pursue land after land, until ever so much is found.

235

Chorus: If I were throwing that man, I would not be filled with stones.

Dikaiopolis: Be silent, be silent.

Chorus: Silence, all. Did you hear, men, the silence?

Chorus: this very one is the one whom we are looking for. But come here, all of you.

Chorus: Out of the way; for the man seems to be coming out to sacrifice.

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Notes on the current edition

Acharnians

1. A sacred formula, pronounced by the priest before offering the sacrifice.

Aristophanes Acharnians 234

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CHORUS

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.

DICAEOPOLIS

Peace! profane men!¹

CHORUS

Silence all! Friends, do you hear the sacred formula? Here is he, whom we seek! This way, all! Get out of his way, surely he comes to offer an oblation.

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Θυγάτηρ

ὦ μῆτερ ἀνάδος δεῦρο τὴν ἐτνήρυσιν,
245

ἵνʼ ἔτνος καταχέω τοὐλατῆρος τουτουί.

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CHORUS 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.

DICAEOPOLIS Peace! profane men! 1

CHORUS Silence all! Friends, do you hear the sacred formula? Here is he, whom we seek! This way, all! Get out of his way, surely he comes to offer an oblation.

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Θυγάτηρ ὦ μῆτερ ἀνάδος δεῦρο τὴν ἐτνήρυσιν, 245 ἵνʼ ἔτνος καταχέω τοὐλατῆρος τουτουί.

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CHORUS

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.

DICAEOPOLIS

Peace! profane men!¹

CHORUS

Silence all! Friends, do you hear the sacred formula? Here is he, whom we seek! This way, all! Get out of his way, surely he comes to offer an oblation.

Θυγάτηρ

ὦ μῆτερ ἀνάδος δεῦρο τὴν ἐτνήρυσιν,
245

ἵνʼ ἔτνος καταχέω τοὐλατῆρος τουτουί.