Unjust Cause.
You are shamefully squalid.
920
Just Cause.
And you are prosperous. And yet formerly you were a beggar saying that you were the Mysian Telephus, and gnawing the maxims of Pandeletus out of your little wallet.
Unjust Cause.
Oh, the wisdom—
925
Just Cause.
Oh, the madness—
Unjust Cause.
Which you have mentioned.
Just Cause.
And of your city, which supports you who ruin her youths.
Unjust Cause.
You shan’t teach this youth, you old dotard.
Just Cause.
Yes, if he is to be saved, and not merely to practise loquacity.
930
Unjust Cause.
(to Phidippides).
Come hither, and leave him to rave.
Just Cause.
You shall howl, if you lay your hand on him.
Chorus.
Cease from contention and railing.
But show to us, you, what you used to teach the men of former times, and you, the new system of education; in order that, having heard you disputing, he may decide and go to the school of one or the other.
935
Just Cause.
I am willing to do so.
Unjust Cause.
I also am willing.
Chorus.
Come now, which of the two shall speak first?
940
Unjust Cause.
I will give him the precedence; and then, from these things which he adduces, I will shoot him dead with new words and thoughts.
And at last, if he mutter, he shall be destroyed, being stung in his whole face and his two eyes by my maxims, as if by bees.
945
Clouds. Aristophanes. William James Hickie (Translator). London. 1853.
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