Sausage-Seller: And indeed this Paphlagonian is approaching,
Sausage-seller: pushing a gourd, troubling, and making a noise,
Sausage-Seller: As if I were swallowing you! You insolent rascal!
Cleon: if I were not to destroy you, if you had anything of the same sort as mine
Cleon: May I be struck down by falsehoods, may I fall through everywhere.
695
Sausage-seller: I was delighted by threats, I laughed at buffooneries,
Ball-player: I have thrown the ball to the back, I have tossed it to the front.
Cleon: No, by Demeter, unless I eat you up!
Cleon: From this land, I shall never live again.
Sausage-seller: "What you will not eat? Well, I will, unless I drink you up."
700
Ball-seller: And after having coughed it up myself, I am going to vomit it again.
Cleon: I will destroy you, by the presidency at Pylos.
Sausage-Seller: Here is the presidency! How I shall look upon you, I!
Sausage-seller: the last one looking from the presidency.
Cleon: In the wood I will bind you, by heaven.
705
Sausage-seller: How short-tempered! Come, what shall I give you to eat?
Sausage-seller: 'On the condition that you eat it most pleasantly? On the condition of your purse?'
Cleon: I will snatch your intestines with my claws.
Sausage-Seller: I will take your nails off in the Prytaneion.
Cleon: I will drag you before the people, so that you may pay me justice.
710
Sausage-Seller: I too will drag you and slander you even more.
Cleon: But, you wretch, he will not obey you at all.
Cleon: But I laugh at him as much as I want to.
Sausage-seller: You have very much made the people your own.
Cleon: For I know on what he subsists.
715
Sausage-seller: And then, just like the infants, you feed badly.
Sausage-Seller: for you put in a little at first while chewing,
Sausage-seller: But you yourself have torn it three times as much as him.
Cleon: And by Zeus, certainly through the skill of mine.
Cleon: I am able to make the people broad and narrow.
720
Sausage-Seller: Even my anus here is being clever.
Cleon: You will not think that you have insulted me in the council.
Cleon: Let us go to the people.
Sausage-seller: Nothing prevents it;
Sausage-seller: Look, go, and let nothing hold us back.
Cleon: O Demos, come out here.
725
Sausage-Seller: By Zeus, oh father!
Sausage-seller: Come out then.
Cleon: O Demidion, O most dear friend
Cleon: Come out, so that you may know how I am being outrageously insulted.