Aristophanes, Peace, ed. F. W. Hall, ed. William M. Geldart, 1298

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Παῖς Κλεωνύμου

ἀσπίδι μὲν Σαΐων τις ἀγάλλεται, ἣν παρὰ θάμνῳ

ἔντος ἀμώμητον κάλλιπον οὐκ ἐθέλων.

Τρυγαῖος

εἰπέ μοι ὦ πόσθων, ἐς τὸν σαυτοῦ πατέρʼ ᾄδεις;
1300

Παῖς Κλεωνύμου

ψυχὴν δʼ ἐξεσάωσα—

Τρυγαῖος

κατῄσχυνας δὲ τοκῆας.

Τρυγαῖος

ἀλλʼ εἰσίωμεν. εὖ γὰρ οἶδʼ ἐγὼ σαφῶς

ὅτι ταῦθʼ ὅσʼ ᾖσας ἄρτι περὶ τῆς ἀσπίδος

οὐ μὴ ʼπιλάθῃ ποτʼ ὢν ἐκείνου τοῦ πατρός.

Peace. Aristophanes. ed. F. W. Hall, ed. William M. Geldart. Oxford. 1906.

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Εἰρήνη (Greek) (Aristophanes. Aristophanis Comoediae, Vol. 1. Hall, F. W. and Geldart, William M., editors. Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1906.)

Translations (2)

Peace (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Anonymous; 1938 compilation). Migrated from Perseus legacy XML; source wording and notes retained. See TEI header and migration inventory.) — 1298 focus

Son of Cleonymus

“A Saian is parading with the spotless shield which I regret to say I have thrown into a thicket.”

Trygaeus

1300 Tell me, you little good-for-nothing, are you singing that for your father?

Son of Cleonymus

“But I saved my life.”

Trygaeus

And dishonored your family. But let us go in; I am very certain, that being the son of such a father, you will never forget this song of the buckler.

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.) — 1298 focus

A son of Cleonymus: for a certain Saian boasts of a shield, which he has by the bush

The son of Cleonymus: I left a tooth without a flaw, though unwilling.

Trygaeus: tell me, O man of testicles, are you singing to your own father?

1300

The boy of Cleonymus: I saved his soul—

Trygaeus: And you have brought shame to your parents.

Trygaeus: But let us go in. For I know it well and clearly.

Trygaeus: because you just shouted all these things about the shield

Trygaeus: You shall never forget that father, even when you are there.

Aristophanes Peace 1298

ed. F. W. Hall, ed. William M. Geldart

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Παῖς Κλεωνύμου

ἀσπίδι μὲν Σαΐων τις ἀγάλλεται, ἣν παρὰ θάμνῳ

ἔντος ἀμώμητον κάλλιπον οὐκ ἐθέλων.

Τρυγαῖος

εἰπέ μοι ὦ πόσθων, ἐς τὸν σαυτοῦ πατέρʼ ᾄδεις;
1300

Παῖς Κλεωνύμου

ψυχὴν δʼ ἐξεσάωσα—

Τρυγαῖος

κατῄσχυνας δὲ τοκῆας.

Τρυγαῖος

ἀλλʼ εἰσίωμεν. εὖ γὰρ οἶδʼ ἐγὼ σαφῶς

ὅτι ταῦθʼ ὅσʼ ᾖσας ἄρτι περὶ τῆς ἀσπίδος

οὐ μὴ ʼπιλάθῃ ποτʼ ὢν ἐκείνου τοῦ πατρός.

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Son of Cleonymus

“A Saian is parading with the spotless shield which I regret to say I have thrown into a thicket.”

Trygaeus

1300 Tell me, you little good-for-nothing, are you singing that for your father?

Son of Cleonymus

“But I saved my life.”

Trygaeus

And dishonored your family. But let us go in; I am very certain, that being the son of such a father, you will never forget this song of the buckler.

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Παῖς Κλεωνύμου ἀσπίδι μὲν Σαΐων τις ἀγάλλεται, ἣν παρὰ θάμνῳ ἔντος ἀμώμητον κάλλιπον οὐκ ἐθέλων.

Τρυγαῖος εἰπέ μοι ὦ πόσθων, ἐς τὸν σαυτοῦ πατέρʼ ᾄδεις; 1300

Παῖς Κλεωνύμου ψυχὴν δʼ ἐξεσάωσα—

Τρυγαῖος κατῄσχυνας δὲ τοκῆας.

Τρυγαῖος ἀλλʼ εἰσίωμεν. εὖ γὰρ οἶδʼ ἐγὼ σαφῶς ὅτι ταῦθʼ ὅσʼ ᾖσας ἄρτι περὶ τῆς ἀσπίδος οὐ μὴ ʼπιλάθῃ ποτʼ ὢν ἐκείνου τοῦ πατρός.

Current edition Perseus

Son of Cleonymus “A Saian is parading with the spotless shield which I regret to say I have thrown into a thicket.”

Trygaeus 1300 Tell me, you little good-for-nothing, are you singing that for your father?

Son of Cleonymus “But I saved my life.”

Trygaeus And dishonored your family. But let us go in; I am very certain, that being the son of such a father, you will never forget this song of the buckler.

Stable identifiers

Παῖς Κλεωνύμου

ἀσπίδι μὲν Σαΐων τις ἀγάλλεται, ἣν παρὰ θάμνῳ

ἔντος ἀμώμητον κάλλιπον οὐκ ἐθέλων.

Τρυγαῖος

εἰπέ μοι ὦ πόσθων, ἐς τὸν σαυτοῦ πατέρʼ ᾄδεις;
1300

Παῖς Κλεωνύμου

ψυχὴν δʼ ἐξεσάωσα—

Τρυγαῖος

κατῄσχυνας δὲ τοκῆας.

Τρυγαῖος

ἀλλʼ εἰσίωμεν. εὖ γὰρ οἶδʼ ἐγὼ σαφῶς

ὅτι ταῦθʼ ὅσʼ ᾖσας ἄρτι περὶ τῆς ἀσπίδος

οὐ μὴ ʼπιλάθῃ ποτʼ ὢν ἐκείνου τοῦ πατρός.

Son of Cleonymus

“A Saian is parading with the spotless shield which I regret to say I have thrown into a thicket.”

Trygaeus

1300 Tell me, you little good-for-nothing, are you singing that for your father?

Son of Cleonymus

“But I saved my life.”

Trygaeus

And dishonored your family. But let us go in; I am very certain, that being the son of such a father, you will never forget this song of the buckler.