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Τρυγαῖος

ὦ πότνια βοτρυόδωρε τί προσείπω σʼ ἔπος;
520

πόθεν ἂν λάβοιμι ῥῆμα μυριάμφορον

ὅτῳ προσείπω σʼ; οὐ γὰρ εἶχον οἴκοθεν.

ὦ χαῖρʼ Ὀπώρα, καὶ σὺ δʼ ὦ Θεωρία.

οἷον δʼ ἔχεις τὸ πρόσωπον ὦ Θεωρία,

οἷον δὲ πνεῖς, ὡς ἡδὺ κατὰ τῆς καρδίας,
525

γλυκύτατον ὥσπερ ἀστρατείας καὶ μύρου.

Ἑρμῆς

μῶν οὖν ὅμοιον καὶ γυλιοῦ στρατιωτικοῦ;

Τρυγαῖος

ἀπέπτυσʼ ἐχθροῦ φωτὸς ἔχθιστον πλέκος.

τοῦ μὲν γὰρ ὄζει κρομμυοξυρεγμίας,

ταύτης δʼ ὀπώρας, ὑποδοχῆς, Διονυσίων,
530

αὐλῶν, τραγῳδῶν, Σοφοκλέους μελῶν, κιχλῶν,

ἐπυλλίων Εὐριπίδου—

Ἑρμῆς

κλαύσἄρα σὺ

ταύτης καταψευδόμενος· οὐ γὰρ ἥδεται

αὕτη ποιητῇ ῥηματίων δικανικῶν.

Τρυγαῖος

κιττοῦ, τρυγοίπου, προβατίων βληχωμένων,
535

† κόλπου † γυναικῶν διατρεχουσῶν εἰς ἀγρόν,

δούλης μεθυούσης, ἀνατετραμμένου χοῶς,

ἄλλων τε πολλῶν κἀγαθῶν—

Ἑρμῆς

ἴθι νυν ἄθρει

οἷον πρὸς ἀλλήλας λαλοῦσιν αἱ πόλεις

διαλλαγεῖσαι καὶ γελῶσιν ἄσμεναι,
540

καὶ ταῦτα δαιμονίως ὑπωπιασμέναι

ἁπαξάπασαι καὶ κυάθους προσκείμεναι.

Τρυγαῖος

καὶ τῶνδε τοίνυν τῶν θεωμένων σκόπει

τὰ πρόσωφʼ, ἵνα γνῷς τὰς τέχνας.

Ἑρμῆς

αἰβοῖ τάλας,

Τρυγαῖος

ἐκεινονὶ γοῦν τὸν λοφοποιὸν οὐχ ὁρᾷς
545

τίλλονθʼ ἑαυτόν;

Ἑρμῆς

ὁ δέ γε τὰς σμινύας ποιῶν

κατέπαρδεν ἄρτι τοῦ ξιφουργοῦ ʼκεινουί.

Τρυγαῖος

ὁ δὲ δρεπανουργὸς οὐχ ὁρᾷς ὡς ἥδεται,

καὶ τὸν δορυξὸν οἷον ἐσκιμάλισεν;

Ἑρμῆς

ἴθι νυν ἄνειπε τοὺς γεωργοὺς ἀπιέναι.
550

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.) — 520 focus

Peace is drawn out of the pit. With her come Opora and Theoria.

Trygaeus

520 Ah! venerated goddess, who givest us our grapes, where am I to find the ten-thousand-gallon words wherewith to greet thee? I have none such at home. Oh! hail to thee, Opora, and thee, Theoria! How beautiful is thy face! 525 How sweet thy breath! What gentle fragrance comes from thy bosom, gentle as freedom from military duty, as the most dainty perfumes!

Hermes

Is it then a smell like a soldier's knapsack?

Trygaeus

Oh! hateful soldier! your hideous satchel makes me sick! it stinks like the belching of onions, 530 whereas this lovable deity has the odor of sweet fruits, of festivals, of the Dionysia, of the harmony of flutes, of the tragic poets, of the verses of Sophocles, of the phrases of Euripides—

Hermes

That's a foul calumny, you wretch! She detests that framer of subtleties and quibbles.

Trygaeus
ignoring this.

535 —of ivy, of straining-bags for wine, of bleating ewes, of provision-laden women hastening to the kitchen, of the tipsy servant wench, of the upturned wine-jar, and of a whole heap of other good things.

Hermes

Then look how the 540 reconciled towns chat pleasantly together, how they laugh, and yet they are all cruelly mishandled; their wounds are bleeding still.

Trygaeus

But let us also scan the mien of the spectators; we shall thus find out the trade of each.

Hermes

Good god!

Trygaeus

545 Do you see that poor crest-maker, tearing at his hair?

Hermes

—and that pike-maker, who has just farted in yon sword-cutler's face?

Trygaeus

And do you see with what pleasure this sickle-maker is thumbing his nose at the spear-maker?

Hermes

550 Now tell the husbandmen to be off.

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.) — 520 focus

Trygaeus: O mistress, giver of grapes, what word should I address to you?

520

Trygaeus: From where might I take a ten-thousand-fold word?

Trygaeus: To whom shall I speak to you? For I did not have [you] from home.

Trygaeus: O Hail, Opora, and you too, O Theoria.

Trygaeus: what a face you have, O Theoria,

Trygaeus: How you blow, how sweetly against the heart!

525

Trygaeus: the sweetest thing, just like a campaign and perfume.

Hermes: Is it, then, also like a soldier's canteen?

Trygaeus: I have spat out the most hateful of the enemy's webs.

Trygaeus: for it smells of onion-chopping,

Trygaeus: of this harvest, of the welcome, of the Dionysia,

530

Trygaeus: I am piping, singing, the songs of Sophocles, chirping,

Hermes: you will weep

Hermes: lying about this; for he does not take pleasure in it.

Hermes: This is for a poet of forensic phrases.

Trygaeus: cheese, figs, bleating sheep,

535

Trygaeus: † of the bosom † of women running into the field,

Trygaeus: A drunken female slave, with a pitcher overturned,

Trygaeus: and many others and good ones—

Hermes: Go now and look.

Hermes: Just like this, the cities chatter to one another.

Hermes: having been reconciled and laughing happily,

540

Hermes: And these are bruised like a demon.

Hermes: all of them at once, and the ladles have been placed nearby.

Trygaeus: So now look at these spectacles as well.

Trygaeus: the doorsteps, so that you may recognize the crafts.

Hermes: Alas, wretch,

Trygaeus: But at least don't you see that fellow, the hill-maker?

545

Trygaeus: Shall I tear myself?

Hermes: But he who makes the little bells.

Hermes: He has just now robbed that sword-maker.

Trygaeus: But don't you see how the sickle-maker is enjoying himself?

Trygaeus: And how he has spattered the spear-shield!

Hermes: Go now and tell the farmers to depart.

550

Commentary

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† κόλπου † γυναικῶν διατρεχουσῶν εἰς ἀγρόν,

The transmitted text here is corrupt. The phrase † κόλπου † (genitive of κόλπος, 'bosom' or 'lap') is syntactically incoherent with the participle διατρεχουσῶν ('running through') modifying γυναικῶν ('women'). A running woman does not run 'of the bosom'. Scholars have long recognized this as a textual crux. The most widely accepted conjecture, supported by the context of the play where the chorus of women is fleeing to the fields, is to read ὁλκῶν (genitive of ὁλκός, 'drawing' or 'dragging') or perhaps to emend κόλπου to a word indicating the direction or manner of their flight, such as κολυμβῶν (diving/swimming) in a metaphorical sense, though the exact emendation remains debated. The corruption likely stems from a visual confusion between similar-looking letters in the archetype or a scribal gloss that entered the main text.

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κατέπαρδεν ἄρτι τοῦ ξιφουργοῦ ʼκεινουί.

The phrase τοῦ ξιφουργοῦ refers to the 'sword-maker' or 'armorer,' a term that appears in Aristophanic comedy to denote a specific type of artisan often associated with the chaotic mobilization of the citizenry or the absurdity of war production. In this context, the verb κατέπαρδεν (aorist active indicative of καταπαρδάω, 'to make a pounce upon' or 'to pounce down on') suggests a sudden, predatory action by the subject (likely Hermes or a similar divine figure in the immediate context of the play) against the sword-maker. The construction with the genitive τοῦ ξιφουργοῦ is notable for its directness and the use of the verb in a metaphorical sense, highlighting the dramatic tension between the divine intervention and the human figure of the armorer.

Aristophanes Peace 520

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

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Ἑρμῆς

μῶν οὖν ὅμοιον καὶ γυλιοῦ στρατιωτικοῦ;

Ἑρμῆς

κλαύσἄρα σὺ

ταύτης καταψευδόμενος· οὐ γὰρ ἥδεται

αὕτη ποιητῇ ῥηματίων δικανικῶν.

Τρυγαῖος

καὶ τῶνδε τοίνυν τῶν θεωμένων σκόπει

τὰ πρόσωφʼ, ἵνα γνῷς τὰς τέχνας.

Ἑρμῆς

αἰβοῖ τάλας,

Τρυγαῖος

ἐκεινονὶ γοῦν τὸν λοφοποιὸν οὐχ ὁρᾷς
545

τίλλονθʼ ἑαυτόν;

Ἑρμῆς

ὁ δέ γε τὰς σμινύας ποιῶν

κατέπαρδεν ἄρτι τοῦ ξιφουργοῦ ʼκεινουί.

Τρυγαῖος

ὁ δὲ δρεπανουργὸς οὐχ ὁρᾷς ὡς ἥδεται,

καὶ τὸν δορυξὸν οἷον ἐσκιμάλισεν;

Ἑρμῆς

ἴθι νυν ἄνειπε τοὺς γεωργοὺς ἀπιέναι.
550

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Peace is drawn out of the pit. With her come Opora and Theoria.

Hermes

Is it then a smell like a soldier's knapsack?

Hermes

That's a foul calumny, you wretch! She detests that framer of subtleties and quibbles.

Trygaeus
ignoring this.

535 —of ivy, of straining-bags for wine, of bleating ewes, of provision-laden women hastening to the kitchen, of the tipsy servant wench, of the upturned wine-jar, and of a whole heap of other good things.

Hermes

Then look how the 540 reconciled towns chat pleasantly together, how they laugh, and yet they are all cruelly mishandled; their wounds are bleeding still.

Trygaeus

But let us also scan the mien of the spectators; we shall thus find out the trade of each.

Hermes

Good god!

Trygaeus

545 Do you see that poor crest-maker, tearing at his hair?

Hermes

—and that pike-maker, who has just farted in yon sword-cutler's face?

Trygaeus

And do you see with what pleasure this sickle-maker is thumbing his nose at the spear-maker?

Hermes

550 Now tell the husbandmen to be off.

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Ἑρμῆς μῶν οὖν ὅμοιον καὶ γυλιοῦ στρατιωτικοῦ;

Ἑρμῆς κλαύσἄρα σὺ ταύτης καταψευδόμενος· οὐ γὰρ ἥδεται αὕτη ποιητῇ ῥηματίων δικανικῶν.

Τρυγαῖος καὶ τῶνδε τοίνυν τῶν θεωμένων σκόπει τὰ πρόσωφʼ, ἵνα γνῷς τὰς τέχνας.

Ἑρμῆς αἰβοῖ τάλας,

Τρυγαῖος ἐκεινονὶ γοῦν τὸν λοφοποιὸν οὐχ ὁρᾷς 545 τίλλονθʼ ἑαυτόν;

Ἑρμῆς ὁ δέ γε τὰς σμινύας ποιῶν κατέπαρδεν ἄρτι τοῦ ξιφουργοῦ ʼκεινουί.

Τρυγαῖος ὁ δὲ δρεπανουργὸς οὐχ ὁρᾷς ὡς ἥδεται, καὶ τὸν δορυξὸν οἷον ἐσκιμάλισεν;

Ἑρμῆς ἴθι νυν ἄνειπε τοὺς γεωργοὺς ἀπιέναι. 550

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Peace is drawn out of the pit. With her come Opora and Theoria.

Hermes Is it then a smell like a soldier's knapsack?

Hermes That's a foul calumny, you wretch! She detests that framer of subtleties and quibbles.

Trygaeus ignoring this. 535 —of ivy, of straining-bags for wine, of bleating ewes, of provision-laden women hastening to the kitchen, of the tipsy servant wench, of the upturned wine-jar, and of a whole heap of other good things.

Hermes Then look how the 540 reconciled towns chat pleasantly together, how they laugh, and yet they are all cruelly mishandled; their wounds are bleeding still.

Trygaeus But let us also scan the mien of the spectators; we shall thus find out the trade of each.

Hermes Good god!

Trygaeus 545 Do you see that poor crest-maker, tearing at his hair?

Hermes —and that pike-maker, who has just farted in yon sword-cutler's face?

Trygaeus And do you see with what pleasure this sickle-maker is thumbing his nose at the spear-maker?

Hermes 550 Now tell the husbandmen to be off.

Commentary

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Stable identifiers

Ἑρμῆς

μῶν οὖν ὅμοιον καὶ γυλιοῦ στρατιωτικοῦ;

Ἑρμῆς

κλαύσἄρα σὺ

ταύτης καταψευδόμενος· οὐ γὰρ ἥδεται

αὕτη ποιητῇ ῥηματίων δικανικῶν.

Τρυγαῖος

καὶ τῶνδε τοίνυν τῶν θεωμένων σκόπει

τὰ πρόσωφʼ, ἵνα γνῷς τὰς τέχνας.

Ἑρμῆς

αἰβοῖ τάλας,

Τρυγαῖος

ἐκεινονὶ γοῦν τὸν λοφοποιὸν οὐχ ὁρᾷς
545

τίλλονθʼ ἑαυτόν;

Ἑρμῆς

ὁ δέ γε τὰς σμινύας ποιῶν

κατέπαρδεν ἄρτι τοῦ ξιφουργοῦ ʼκεινουί.

Τρυγαῖος

ὁ δὲ δρεπανουργὸς οὐχ ὁρᾷς ὡς ἥδεται,

καὶ τὸν δορυξὸν οἷον ἐσκιμάλισεν;

Ἑρμῆς

ἴθι νυν ἄνειπε τοὺς γεωργοὺς ἀπιέναι.
550

Hermes

Is it then a smell like a soldier's knapsack?

Hermes

That's a foul calumny, you wretch! She detests that framer of subtleties and quibbles.

Trygaeus
ignoring this.

535 —of ivy, of straining-bags for wine, of bleating ewes, of provision-laden women hastening to the kitchen, of the tipsy servant wench, of the upturned wine-jar, and of a whole heap of other good things.

Hermes

Then look how the 540 reconciled towns chat pleasantly together, how they laugh, and yet they are all cruelly mishandled; their wounds are bleeding still.

Trygaeus

But let us also scan the mien of the spectators; we shall thus find out the trade of each.

Hermes

Good god!

Trygaeus

545 Do you see that poor crest-maker, tearing at his hair?

Hermes

—and that pike-maker, who has just farted in yon sword-cutler's face?

Trygaeus

And do you see with what pleasure this sickle-maker is thumbing his nose at the spear-maker?

Hermes

550 Now tell the husbandmen to be off.