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Γεωργός

οἴμοι τάλας.

Δικαιόπολις

ὦ Ἡράκλεις τίς οὑτοσί;

Γεωργός

ἀνὴρ κακοδαίμων.

Δικαιόπολις

κατὰ σεαυτόν νυν τρέπου.

Γεωργός

ὦ φίλτατε, σπονδαὶ γάρ εἰσι σοὶ μόνῳ,
1020

μέτρησον εἰρήνης τί μοι, κἂν πέντʼ ἔτη.

Δικαιόπολις

τί δʼ ἔπαθες;

Γεωργός

ἐπετρίβην ἀπολέσας τὼ βόε.

Δικαιόπολις

πόθεν;

Γεωργός

ἀπὸ Φυλῆς ἔλαβον οἱ Βοιώτιοι.

Δικαιόπολις

ὦ τρισκακόδαιμον εἶτα λευκὸν ἀμπέχει;

Γεωργός

καὶ ταῦτα μέντοι νὴ Δίʼ ὥπερ μʼ ἐτρεφέτην
1025

ἐν πᾶσι βολίτοις.

Δικαιόπολις

εἶτα νυνὶ τοῦ δέει;

Γεωργός

ἀπόλωλα τὠφθαλμὼ δακρύων τὼ βόε.

ἀλλʼ εἴ τι κήδει Δερκέτου Φυλασίου,

ὑπάλειψον εἰρήνῃ με τὠφθαλμὼ ταχύ.

Δικαιόπολις

ἀλλʼ ὦ πόνηρʼ οὐ δημοσιεύων τυγχάνω.
1030

Γεωργός

ἴθʼ ἀντιβολῶ σʼ, ἤν πως κομίσωμαι τὼ βόε.

Δικαιόπολις

οὐκ ἔστιν, ἀλλὰ κλᾶε πρὸς τοὺς Πιττάλου.

Γεωργός

σὺ δʼ ἀλλά μοι σταλαγμὸν εἰρήνης ἕνα

ἐς τὸν καλαμίσκον ἐνστάλαξον τουτονί.

Δικαιόπολις

οὐδʼ ἂν στριβιλικίγξ· ἀλλʼ ἀπιὼν οἴμωζέ ποι.
1035

Γεωργός

οἴμοι κακοδαίμων τοῖν γεωργοῖν βοιδίοιν.

Acharnians. Aristophanes. ed. F. W. Hall, ed. William M. Geldart. Oxford. 1906.

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Current edition Perseus

Ἀχαρνῆς (Greek) (Aristophanes. Aristophanis Comoediae, Vol. 1. Hall, F. W. and Geldart, William M., editors. Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1906.)

Translations (2)

Acharnians (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Anonymous; Liveright, 192?). Migrated from Perseus legacy XML; source wording and notes retained. See TEI header and migration inventory.) — 1018 focus

A HUSBANDMAN

Ah! woe is me!

DICAEOPOLIS

Heracles! What have we here?

HUSBANDMAN

A most miserable man.

DICAEOPOLIS

Keep your misery for yourself.

HUSBANDMAN

Ah! friend! since you alone are enjoying peace, grant me a part of your truce, were it but five years.

DICAEOPOLIS

What has happened to you?

HUSBANDMAN

I am ruined; I have lost a pair of steers.

DICAEOPOLIS

How?

HUSBANDMAN

The Boeotians seized them at Phyle .¹

DICAEOPOLIS

Ah! poor wretch! and yet you have not left off white?

HUSBANDMAN

Their dung made my wealth.

DICAEOPOLIS

What can I do in the matter?

HUSBANDMAN

Crying for my beasts has lost me my eyesight. Ah! if you care for poor Dercetes of Phyle , anoint mine eyes quickly with your balm of peace.

DICAEOPOLIS

But, my poor fellow, I do not practise medicine.

HUSBANDMAN

Come, I adjure you; perhaps I shall recover my steers.

DICAEOPOLIS

'Tis impossible; away, go and whine to the disciples of Pittalus.²

HUSBANDMAN

Grant me but one drop of peace; pour it into this reedlet.

DICAEOPOLIS

No, not a particle; go a-weeping elsewhere.

HUSBANDMAN

Oh! oh! oh! my poor beasts!

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.) — 1018 focus

Farmer: Alas, wretched me.

Dikaiopolis: O Heracles, who is this man here?

Farmer: a wretched man.

Dikaiopolis: Now turn against yourself.

Farmer: O dearest friend, for there are truce-terms only for you,

1020

Farmer: Measure out for me how much peace, even if it is five years.

Dikaiopolis: 'But what happened to you?'

Farmer: I was worn out having lost the two oxen.

Dikaiopolis: From where?

Farmer: The Boeotians received [the grain] from Phyle.

Dikaiopolis: O wretched fellow, then, do you hold out your white hand?

Farmer: And these things, by Zeus, just as I was reared.

1025

Farmer: in all respects it is beneficial.

Dikaiopolis: Then is it necessary now?

Farmer: I have lost both my eyes to tears, both oxen.

Farmer: But if something distresses Dercetus the Watchman,

Farmer: wipe out my eyes with peace quickly.

Dikaiopolis: But you scoundrel, I happen not to be publishing it publicly.

1030

Farmer: Come now, I beg you, if I can somehow get the two oxen.

Dikaiopolis: It is not, but steal it from Pittalos.

Farmer: But you, give me just one drop of peace.

Farmer: Drip this into the little reed.

Dikaiopolis: Not even a strybilix [a type of bird]. But go away and wail.

1035

Farmer: Alas, wretched me, for the two oxen of the farmers.

Commentary

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οὐδʼ ἂν στριβιλικίγξ· ἀλλʼ ἀπιὼν οἴμωζέ ποι.

The word στριβιλικίγξ is a hapax legomenon in extant literature, constructed as a compound neologism likely meaning 'a twisting, chattering noise' or 'a squealing pig,' playing on the onomatopoeic roots στριβ- (to twist/turn) and the suffix -ίγξ (associated with the throat or a cry). Its appearance here in the mouth of Dicaeopolis, who is mimicking a rustic or chaotic sound, exemplifies Aristophanes' technique of creating 'comic nonsense' words that evoke meaning through phonetic association rather than etymological precision.

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Γεωργός οἴμοι τάλας.

Δικαιόπολις ὦ Ἡράκλεις τίς οὑτοσί;

Γεωργός ἀνὴρ κακοδαίμων.

Δικαιόπολις κατὰ σεαυτόν νυν τρέπου.

Γεωργός ὦ φίλτατε, σπονδαὶ γάρ εἰσι σοὶ μόνῳ, 1020 μέτρησον εἰρήνης τί μοι, κἂν πέντʼ ἔτη.

Δικαιόπολις τί δʼ ἔπαθες;

Γεωργός ἐπετρίβην ἀπολέσας τὼ βόε.

Δικαιόπολις πόθεν;

Γεωργός ἀπὸ Φυλῆς ἔλαβον οἱ Βοιώτιοι.

Δικαιόπολις ὦ τρισκακόδαιμον εἶτα λευκὸν ἀμπέχει;

Γεωργός καὶ ταῦτα μέντοι νὴ Δίʼ ὥπερ μʼ ἐτρεφέτην 1025 ἐν πᾶσι βολίτοις.

Δικαιόπολις εἶτα νυνὶ τοῦ δέει;

Γεωργός ἀπόλωλα τὠφθαλμὼ δακρύων τὼ βόε. ἀλλʼ εἴ τι κήδει Δερκέτου Φυλασίου, ὑπάλειψον εἰρήνῃ με τὠφθαλμὼ ταχύ.

Δικαιόπολις ἀλλʼ ὦ πόνηρʼ οὐ δημοσιεύων τυγχάνω. 1030

Γεωργός ἴθʼ ἀντιβολῶ σʼ, ἤν πως κομίσωμαι τὼ βόε.

Δικαιόπολις οὐκ ἔστιν, ἀλλὰ κλᾶε πρὸς τοὺς Πιττάλου.

Γεωργός σὺ δʼ ἀλλά μοι σταλαγμὸν εἰρήνης ἕνα ἐς τὸν καλαμίσκον ἐνστάλαξον τουτονί.

Δικαιόπολις οὐδʼ ἂν στριβιλικίγξ· ἀλλʼ ἀπιὼν οἴμωζέ ποι. 1035

Γεωργός οἴμοι κακοδαίμων τοῖν γεωργοῖν βοιδίοιν.

Current edition Perseus

A HUSBANDMAN Ah! woe is me!

DICAEOPOLIS Heracles! What have we here?

HUSBANDMAN A most miserable man.

DICAEOPOLIS Keep your misery for yourself.

HUSBANDMAN Ah! friend! since you alone are enjoying peace, grant me a part of your truce, were it but five years.

DICAEOPOLIS What has happened to you?

HUSBANDMAN I am ruined; I have lost a pair of steers.

DICAEOPOLIS How?

HUSBANDMAN The Boeotians seized them at Phyle . 1

DICAEOPOLIS Ah! poor wretch! and yet you have not left off white?

HUSBANDMAN Their dung made my wealth.

DICAEOPOLIS What can I do in the matter?

HUSBANDMAN Crying for my beasts has lost me my eyesight. Ah! if you care for poor Dercetes of Phyle , anoint mine eyes quickly with your balm of peace.

DICAEOPOLIS But, my poor fellow, I do not practise medicine.

HUSBANDMAN Come, I adjure you; perhaps I shall recover my steers.

DICAEOPOLIS 'Tis impossible; away, go and whine to the disciples of Pittalus. 2

HUSBANDMAN Grant me but one drop of peace; pour it into this reedlet.

DICAEOPOLIS No, not a particle; go a-weeping elsewhere.

HUSBANDMAN Oh! oh! oh! my poor beasts!

Commentary

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Stable identifiers

Γεωργός

οἴμοι τάλας.

Δικαιόπολις

ὦ Ἡράκλεις τίς οὑτοσί;

Γεωργός

ἀνὴρ κακοδαίμων.

Δικαιόπολις

κατὰ σεαυτόν νυν τρέπου.

Γεωργός

ὦ φίλτατε, σπονδαὶ γάρ εἰσι σοὶ μόνῳ,
1020

μέτρησον εἰρήνης τί μοι, κἂν πέντʼ ἔτη.

Δικαιόπολις

τί δʼ ἔπαθες;

Γεωργός

ἐπετρίβην ἀπολέσας τὼ βόε.

Δικαιόπολις

πόθεν;

Γεωργός

ἀπὸ Φυλῆς ἔλαβον οἱ Βοιώτιοι.

Δικαιόπολις

ὦ τρισκακόδαιμον εἶτα λευκὸν ἀμπέχει;

Γεωργός

καὶ ταῦτα μέντοι νὴ Δίʼ ὥπερ μʼ ἐτρεφέτην
1025

ἐν πᾶσι βολίτοις.

Δικαιόπολις

εἶτα νυνὶ τοῦ δέει;

Γεωργός

ἀπόλωλα τὠφθαλμὼ δακρύων τὼ βόε.

ἀλλʼ εἴ τι κήδει Δερκέτου Φυλασίου,

ὑπάλειψον εἰρήνῃ με τὠφθαλμὼ ταχύ.

Δικαιόπολις

ἀλλʼ ὦ πόνηρʼ οὐ δημοσιεύων τυγχάνω.
1030

Γεωργός

ἴθʼ ἀντιβολῶ σʼ, ἤν πως κομίσωμαι τὼ βόε.

Δικαιόπολις

οὐκ ἔστιν, ἀλλὰ κλᾶε πρὸς τοὺς Πιττάλου.

Γεωργός

σὺ δʼ ἀλλά μοι σταλαγμὸν εἰρήνης ἕνα

ἐς τὸν καλαμίσκον ἐνστάλαξον τουτονί.

Δικαιόπολις

οὐδʼ ἂν στριβιλικίγξ· ἀλλʼ ἀπιὼν οἴμωζέ ποι.
1035

Γεωργός

οἴμοι κακοδαίμων τοῖν γεωργοῖν βοιδίοιν.

A HUSBANDMAN

Ah! woe is me!

DICAEOPOLIS

Heracles! What have we here?

HUSBANDMAN

A most miserable man.

DICAEOPOLIS

Keep your misery for yourself.

HUSBANDMAN

Ah! friend! since you alone are enjoying peace, grant me a part of your truce, were it but five years.

DICAEOPOLIS

What has happened to you?

HUSBANDMAN

I am ruined; I have lost a pair of steers.

DICAEOPOLIS

How?

HUSBANDMAN

The Boeotians seized them at Phyle .¹

DICAEOPOLIS

Ah! poor wretch! and yet you have not left off white?

HUSBANDMAN

Their dung made my wealth.

DICAEOPOLIS

What can I do in the matter?

HUSBANDMAN

Crying for my beasts has lost me my eyesight. Ah! if you care for poor Dercetes of Phyle , anoint mine eyes quickly with your balm of peace.

DICAEOPOLIS

But, my poor fellow, I do not practise medicine.

HUSBANDMAN

Come, I adjure you; perhaps I shall recover my steers.

DICAEOPOLIS

'Tis impossible; away, go and whine to the disciples of Pittalus.²

HUSBANDMAN

Grant me but one drop of peace; pour it into this reedlet.

DICAEOPOLIS

No, not a particle; go a-weeping elsewhere.

HUSBANDMAN

Oh! oh! oh! my poor beasts!