Socrates.
But you must learn other things before these; namely, what quadrupeds are properly masculine.
Strepsiades.
I know the males, if I am not mad:—
κριὸς, τράγος, ταῦρος, κύων, ἀλεκτρυών.
660
Socrates.
Do you see what you are doing? You are calling both the female and the male
ἀλεκτρυὼν in the same way.
Strepsiades.
How, pray? Come, tell me.
Socrates.
How? The one with you is
ἀλεκτρὺων, and the other is
ἀλεκτρὺων also.
Strepsiades.
Yea, by Neptune! How now ought I to call them?
665
Socrates.
The one
ἀλεκτρύαινα and the other
ἀλέκτωρ.
Strepsiades.
Ἀλεκτρύαινα? Capital, by the Air! So that, in return for this lesson alone, I will fill your kardopos full of barley-meal on all sides.
Socrates.
See! See! There again is another blunder! You make
κάρδοπος, which is feminine, to be masculine.
670
Strepsiades.
In what way do I make
κάρδοπος masculine?
Socrates.
Most assuredly; just as if you were to say
Κλεώνυμος.
Strepsiades.
How pray? Tell me.
Socrates.
Κάρδοπος with you is tantamount to
Κλεώνυμος.
Strepsiades.
Good sir, Cleonymus had no kneading-trough, but kneaded his bread in a round mortar. How ought I to call it henceforth?
675
Socrates.
How? Call it
καρδόπη, as you call
Σωστράτη.
Strepsiades.
Καρδόπη in the feminine?
Socrates.
For so you speak it rightly.
Strepsiades.
But that would make it
καρδόπη, Κλεωνύμη.
680
Socrates.
You must learn one thing more about names, what are masculine and what of them are feminine.
Strepsiades.
I know what are female.
Socrates.
Tell me, pray.
Strepsiades.
Lysilla, Philinna, Clitagora, Demetria.
Socrates.
What names are masculine?
685
Strepsiades.
Thousands; Philoxenus, Melesias, Amynias.
Socrates.
But, you wretch! These are not masculine.
Strepsiades.
Are they not males with you?
Socrates.
By no means; for how would you call Amynias, if you met him?
Strepsiades.
How would I call? Thus:
Come hither, come hither Amynia!
690
Socrates.
Do you see? You call Amynias a woman.
Strepsiades.
Is it not then with justice, who does not serve in the army? But why should I learn these things, that we all know?
Socrates.
It is no use, by Jupiter! Having reclined yourself down here-
Strepsiades.
What must I do?
Socrates.
Think out some of your own affairs.
695
Strepsiades.
Not here, pray, I beseech you; but, if I must, suffer me to excogitate these very things on the ground.
Socrates.
There is no other way.
Exit Socrates.
Strepsiades.
Unfortunate man that I am! What a penalty shall I this day pay to the bugs!
Clouds. Aristophanes. William James Hickie (Translator). London. 1853.
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