Aristophanes, Knights, ed. Eugene O'Neill, Jr., 441

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to the Sausage-Seller

Leader of the Chorus

Now you can travel under full sail. The wind has lost its violence.

Cleon

I will bring four suits against you, each of one hundred talents.

Sausage-Seller

And I twenty against you for shirking duty and more than a thousand for robbery.

Cleon

445 I maintain that your parents were guilty of sacrilege against the goddess.

Sausage-Seller

And I, that one of your grandfathers was a satellite....

Cleon

To whom? Explain!

Sausage-Seller

To Byrsina, the mother of Hippias.

Cleon

450 You are an impostor.

Sausage-Seller

And you are a rogue.

He strikes Cleon with a sausage.

Chorus

Hit him hard.

Cleon

Alas! The conspirators are murdering me!

Chorus
to the Sausage-Seller

Hit him! Hit him with all your might! Bruise his belly and lash him with your guts 455 and your tripe! Punish him with both hands! Cleon sinks beneath the blows.

Knights. Aristophanes. ed. Eugene O'Neill, Jr.. New York. 1938.

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Knights (OCR draft) (English) (English (Anonymous; 1938 compilation). Migrated from Perseus legacy XML; source wording and notes retained. See TEI header and migration inventory.)

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Ἱππῆς Perseus (Aristophanes. Aristophanis Comoediae, Vol. 1. Hall, F. W. and Geldart, William M., editors. Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1906.) — 441 focus

Χορός

τὸ πνεῦμʼ ἔλαττον γίγνεται.

Κλέων

φεύξει γραφὰς

ἑκατονταλάντους τέτταρας.

Ἀλλαντοπώλης

σὺ δʼ ἀστρατείας γʼ εἴκοσιν,

κλοπῆς δὲ πλεῖν ἢ χιλίας.

Κλέων

ἐκ τῶν ἀλιτηρίων σέ φημι
445

γεγονέναι τῶν τῆς θεοῦ.

Ἀλλαντοπώλης

τὸν πάππον εἶναί φημί σου

τῶν δορυφόρων —

Κλέων

ποίων; φράσον.

Ἀλλαντοπώλης

τῶν Βυρσίνης τῆς Ἱππίου.

Κλέων

κόβαλος εἶ.
450

Ἀλλαντοπώλης

πανοῦργος εἶ.

Χορός

παῖʼ ἀνδρικῶς.

Κλέων

ἰοὺ ἰού,

τύπτουσί μʼ οἱ ξυνωμόται.

Χορός

παῖʼ αὐτὸν ἀνδρειότατα, καὶ

γάστριζε καὶ τοῖς ἐντέροις

καὶ τοῖς κόλοις,
455

χὤπως κολᾷ τὸν ἄνδρα.

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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.) — 441 focus

Chorus: the breath becomes less.

Cleon: He will avoid the indictments.

Cleon: four hundred talents.

Sausage-seller: But you, then, are twenty years without military service,

Sausage-Seller: More than a thousand thefts.

Cleon: I say that you are from the criminals.

445

Cleon: to have become the god's.

Sausage-Seller: I say that your grandfather is a sausage-seller.

Sausage-seller: of the bodyguards —

CLEO: Of whom? Tell me.

Sausage-seller: of Byrsine, daughter of Hippius.

Cleon: You are a rascal.

450

Sausage-seller: You are cunning.

Chorus: Act like a man!

Cleon: ouch ouch,

Cleon: The conspirators are striking me.

Chorus: O boy, very bravely, and

Chorus: fart and to the entrails

Chorus: and to the eunuchs,

455

Chorus: And how does he punish the man.

Aristophanes Knights 441

ed. Eugene O'Neill, Jr.

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to the Sausage-Seller

Leader of the Chorus

Now you can travel under full sail. The wind has lost its violence.

Cleon

I will bring four suits against you, each of one hundred talents.

Sausage-Seller

And I twenty against you for shirking duty and more than a thousand for robbery.

Cleon

445 I maintain that your parents were guilty of sacrilege against the goddess.

Sausage-Seller

And I, that one of your grandfathers was a satellite....

Cleon

To whom? Explain!

Sausage-Seller

To Byrsina, the mother of Hippias.

Cleon

450 You are an impostor.

Sausage-Seller

And you are a rogue.

He strikes Cleon with a sausage.

Chorus

Hit him hard.

Cleon

Alas! The conspirators are murdering me!

Chorus
to the Sausage-Seller

Hit him! Hit him with all your might! Bruise his belly and lash him with your guts 455 and your tripe! Punish him with both hands! Cleon sinks beneath the blows.

Current edition Experimental

Χορός

τὸ πνεῦμʼ ἔλαττον γίγνεται.

Κλέων

φεύξει γραφὰς

ἑκατονταλάντους τέτταρας.

Ἀλλαντοπώλης

σὺ δʼ ἀστρατείας γʼ εἴκοσιν,

κλοπῆς δὲ πλεῖν ἢ χιλίας.

Κλέων

ἐκ τῶν ἀλιτηρίων σέ φημι
445

γεγονέναι τῶν τῆς θεοῦ.

Ἀλλαντοπώλης

τὸν πάππον εἶναί φημί σου

τῶν δορυφόρων —

Κλέων

ποίων; φράσον.

Ἀλλαντοπώλης

τῶν Βυρσίνης τῆς Ἱππίου.

Κλέων

κόβαλος εἶ.
450

Ἀλλαντοπώλης

πανοῦργος εἶ.

Χορός

παῖʼ ἀνδρικῶς.

Κλέων

ἰοὺ ἰού,

τύπτουσί μʼ οἱ ξυνωμόται.

Χορός

παῖʼ αὐτὸν ἀνδρειότατα, καὶ

γάστριζε καὶ τοῖς ἐντέροις

καὶ τοῖς κόλοις,
455

χὤπως κολᾷ τὸν ἄνδρα.

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to the Sausage-Seller

Leader of the Chorus Now you can travel under full sail. The wind has lost its violence.

Cleon I will bring four suits against you, each of one hundred talents.

Sausage-Seller And I twenty against you for shirking duty and more than a thousand for robbery.

Cleon 445 I maintain that your parents were guilty of sacrilege against the goddess.

Sausage-Seller And I, that one of your grandfathers was a satellite....

Cleon To whom? Explain!

Sausage-Seller To Byrsina, the mother of Hippias.

Cleon 450 You are an impostor.

Sausage-Seller And you are a rogue. He strikes Cleon with a sausage.

Chorus Hit him hard.

Cleon Alas! The conspirators are murdering me!

Chorus to the Sausage-Seller Hit him! Hit him with all your might! Bruise his belly and lash him with your guts 455 and your tripe! Punish him with both hands! Cleon sinks beneath the blows.

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Χορός τὸ πνεῦμʼ ἔλαττον γίγνεται.

Κλέων φεύξει γραφὰς ἑκατονταλάντους τέτταρας.

Ἀλλαντοπώλης σὺ δʼ ἀστρατείας γʼ εἴκοσιν, κλοπῆς δὲ πλεῖν ἢ χιλίας.

Κλέων ἐκ τῶν ἀλιτηρίων σέ φημι 445 γεγονέναι τῶν τῆς θεοῦ.

Ἀλλαντοπώλης τὸν πάππον εἶναί φημί σου τῶν δορυφόρων —

Κλέων ποίων; φράσον.

Ἀλλαντοπώλης τῶν Βυρσίνης τῆς Ἱππίου.

Κλέων κόβαλος εἶ. 450

Ἀλλαντοπώλης πανοῦργος εἶ.

Χορός παῖʼ ἀνδρικῶς.

Κλέων ἰοὺ ἰού, τύπτουσί μʼ οἱ ξυνωμόται.

Χορός παῖʼ αὐτὸν ἀνδρειότατα, καὶ γάστριζε καὶ τοῖς ἐντέροις καὶ τοῖς κόλοις, 455 χὤπως κολᾷ τὸν ἄνδρα.

Stable identifiers

Leader of the Chorus

Now you can travel under full sail. The wind has lost its violence.

Cleon

I will bring four suits against you, each of one hundred talents.

Sausage-Seller

And I twenty against you for shirking duty and more than a thousand for robbery.

Cleon

445 I maintain that your parents were guilty of sacrilege against the goddess.

Sausage-Seller

And I, that one of your grandfathers was a satellite....

Cleon

To whom? Explain!

Sausage-Seller

To Byrsina, the mother of Hippias.

Cleon

450 You are an impostor.

Sausage-Seller

And you are a rogue.

He strikes Cleon with a sausage.

Chorus

Hit him hard.

Cleon

Alas! The conspirators are murdering me!

Chorus
to the Sausage-Seller

Hit him! Hit him with all your might! Bruise his belly and lash him with your guts 455 and your tripe! Punish him with both hands! Cleon sinks beneath the blows.

Χορός

τὸ πνεῦμʼ ἔλαττον γίγνεται.

Κλέων

φεύξει γραφὰς

ἑκατονταλάντους τέτταρας.

Ἀλλαντοπώλης

σὺ δʼ ἀστρατείας γʼ εἴκοσιν,

κλοπῆς δὲ πλεῖν ἢ χιλίας.

Κλέων

ἐκ τῶν ἀλιτηρίων σέ φημι
445

γεγονέναι τῶν τῆς θεοῦ.

Ἀλλαντοπώλης

τὸν πάππον εἶναί φημί σου

τῶν δορυφόρων —

Κλέων

ποίων; φράσον.

Ἀλλαντοπώλης

τῶν Βυρσίνης τῆς Ἱππίου.

Κλέων

κόβαλος εἶ.
450

Ἀλλαντοπώλης

πανοῦργος εἶ.

Χορός

παῖʼ ἀνδρικῶς.

Κλέων

ἰοὺ ἰού,

τύπτουσί μʼ οἱ ξυνωμόται.

Χορός

παῖʼ αὐτὸν ἀνδρειότατα, καὶ

γάστριζε καὶ τοῖς ἐντέροις

καὶ τοῖς κόλοις,
455

χὤπως κολᾷ τὸν ἄνδρα.