Strepsiades: O little Socrates.
Socrates: Why are you calling me, you wretch?
Strepsiades: First of all, I beg you to tell me what you are doing.
Socrates: I walk in the air and despise the sun.
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Strepsiades: Then, after the thunder, do you despise the gods?
Strepsiades: But not from the earth, if so?
Socrates: for he would never
Socrates: I have correctly discovered the heavenly matters,
Socrates: if not hanging the thought and the care
Socrates: having mixed a thin [substance] into the similar air.
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Socrates: but if being on the ground I were to examine the things above from below,
Socrates: I would never find it, for the earth is not by force
Socrates: It draws the moisture of care towards itself.
Socrates: This same thing happens also to the leeks.
Strepsiades: What do you say?
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Strepsiades: Does care draw the moisture into the roots?
Strepsiades: Come now, come down, O Socrates, as for me,
Strepsiades: in order that you may teach me those things for the sake of which I have come.
Socrates: But when did you arrive?
Strepsiades: wanting to learn to speak.
Strepsiades: For I am being ruined by high interest rates and extremely difficult loans.
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Strepsiades: I am being led away, I am being carried off; I am pawning my money.
Socrates: And from where did you escape notice that you have become a debtor?
Strepsiades: A terrible horse-madness has gnawed me to eat.
Strepsiades: But teach me the other of your two arguments,
Strepsiades: the one who pays nothing. But whatever fee...
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Strepsiades: You are making me swear that I will deposit the gods.
Socrates: Which gods do you swear by? For first the gods
Socrates: We have no currency.
Strepsiades: For why does he swear? Or
Strepsiades: like in Byzantium with iron ones?
Socrates: Do you wish to know the divine things clearly?
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Socrates: What are these said correctly?
Strepsiades: By Zeus, if there is one, indeed.
Socrates: and to become acquainted with the Clouds in conversation,
Socrates: by our own demons?
Strepsiades: By all means.
Socrates: then sit upon the sacred stool.
Strepsiades: Look, I am sitting.
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Socrates: Then take this one.
Strepsiades: For what wreath? Alas, Socrates!
Strepsiades: just as you do not sacrifice that Athamanth.
Socrates: No, but all these [things] to those undergoing initiation.
Strepsiades: And then what will I gain?
Socrates: you will make a noise of grinding, clapping, and scraping.
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Socrates: But hold still.