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Ἑρμῆς

τί δαί; Κρατῖνος ὁ σοφὸς ἔστιν;
700

Τρυγαῖος

ἀπέθανεν

ὅθʼ οἱ Λάκωνες ἐνέβαλον.

Ἑρμῆς

τί παθών;

Τρυγαῖος

ὅ τι;

ὼρακιάσας· οὐ γὰρ ἐξηνέσχετο

ἰδὼν πίθον καταγνύμενον οἴνου πλέων.

χἄτερα πόσʼ ἄττʼ οἴει γεγενῆσθʼ ἐν τῇ πόλει;

ὥστʼ οὐδέποτʼ ὦ δέσποινʼ ἀφησόμεσθά σου.
705

Ἑρμῆς

ἴθι νυν ἐπὶ τούτοις τὴν Ὀπώραν λάμβανε

γυναῖκα σαυτῷ τήνδε· κᾆτʼ ἐν τοῖς ἀγροῖς

ταύτῃ ξυνοικῶν ἐκποιοῦ σαυτῷ βότρυς.

Τρυγαῖος

ὦ φιλτάτη δεῦρʼ ἐλθὲ καὶ δός μοι κύσαι.

ἆρʼ ἂν βλαβῆναι διὰ χρόνου τί σοι δοκῶ
710

ὦ δέσποθʼ Ἑρμῆ τῆς Ὀπώρας κατελάσας;

Ἑρμῆς

οὐκ εἴ γε κυκεῶνʼ ἐπιπίοις βληχωνίαν.

ἀλλʼ ὡς τάχιστα τήνδε τὴν Θεωρίαν

ἀπάγαγε τῇ βουλῇ λαβών, ἧσπέρ ποτʼ ἦν.

Τρυγαῖος

ὦ μακαρία βουλὴ σὺ τῆς Θεωρίας,
715

ὅσον ῥοφήσει ζωμὸν ἡμερῶν τριῶν,

ὅσας δὲ κατέδει ξόλικας ἑφθὰς καὶ κρέα.

ἀλλʼ ὦ φίλʼ Ἑρμῆ χαῖρε πολλά.

Ἑρμῆς

καὶ σύ γε

ὦνθρωπε χαίρων ἄπιθι καὶ μέμνησό μου.

Τρυγαῖος

ὦ κάνθαρʼ οἴκαδʼ οἴκαδʼ ἀποπετώμεθα.
720

Ἑρμῆς

οὐκ ἐνθάδʼ ὦ τᾶν ἔστι.

Τρυγαῖος

ποῖ γὰρ οἴχεται;

Ἑρμῆς

ὑφʼ ἅρματʼ ἐλθὼν Ζηνὸς ἀστραπηφορεῖ.

Τρυγαῖος

πόθεν οὖν ὁ τλήμων ἐνθάδʼ ἕξει σιτία;

Ἑρμῆς

τὴν τοῦ Γανυμήδους ἀμβροσίαν σιτήσεται.

Τρυγαῖος

πῶς δῆτʼ ἐγὼ καταβήσομαι;
725

Ἑρμῆς

θάρρει, καλῶς·

τῃδὶ παρʼ αὐτὴν τὴν θεόν.

Τρυγαῖος

δεῦρʼ ὦ κόραι

ἕπεσθον ἅμʼ ἐμοὶ θᾶττον, ὡς πολλοὶ πάνυ

ποθοῦντες ὑμᾶς ἀναμένουσʼ ἐστυκότες.

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)

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Hermes

700 And wise Cratinus, is he still alive?

Trygaeus

He died about the time of the Laconian invasion.

Hermes

How?

Trygaeus

Of a swoon. He could not bear the shock of seeing one of his casks full of wine broken. Ah! what a number of other misfortunes our city has suffered! 705 So, dearest mistress, nothing can now separate us from thee.

Hermes

If that be so, receive Opora here for a wife; take her to the country, live with her, and grow fine grapes together.

Trygaeus
to Opora.

Come, my dear one, come and accept my kisses. To Hermes. 710 Tell me, Hermes, my master, do you think it would hurt me to love her a little, after so long an abstinence?

Hermes

No, not if you swallow a potion of penny-royal afterwards. But hasten to lead Theoria to the Senate; that was where she lodged before.

Trygaeus

715 Oh! fortunate Senate! Thanks to Theoria, what soups you will swallow for the space of three days! how you will devour meats and cooked tripe! Come, farewell, friend Hermes!

Hermes

And to you also, my dear sir, may you have much happiness, and don't forget me.

Trygaeus
looking around for his dung-beetle.

720 >Come, beetle, home, home, and let us fly on a swift wing.

Hermes

Oh! he is no longer here.

Trygaeus

Where has he gone to then?

Hermes

He is ‘harnessed to the chariot of Zeus and bears the thunderbolts.’

Trygaeus

But where will the poor wretch get his food?

Hermes

He will eat Ganymede's ambrosia.

Trygaeus

Very well then, 725 but how am I going to descend?

Hermes

Oh! never fear, there is nothing simpler; place yourself beside the goddess.

Trygaeus

Come, my pretty maidens, follow me quickly; there are plenty of men waiting for you with their tools ready. He goes out, with Opora and Theoria.

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.) — 700 focus

Hermes: What then? Is the clever Cratinus there?

700

Trygaeus: He is dead.

Trygaeus: when the Lacedaemonians invaded.

Hermes: What has happened to you?

Trygaeus: "What?"

Trygaeus: I've been waiting! For I could no longer bear it.

Trygaeus: seeing a jar full of wine breaking.

Trygaeus: And what other things do you think have happened in the city?

Trygaeus: So we will never let you go, mistress.

705

Hermes: Go now and take Opora from these.

Hermes: this woman for yourself; and then in the fields

Hermes: living here, you will produce yourself a bunch of grapes.

Trygaeus: O dearest one, come here and give me a kiss.

Trygaeus: Might I be harmed by delay? What do you think?

710

Trygaeus: O lord Hermes, did you ride on top of the vintage?

Hermes: No, if you were to drink a barley-water with a bit of chaff.

Hermes: but as quickly as possible this Delegation

Hermes: Take her away to the Council, just as she was before.

Trygaeus: O blessed Council, you of the Theoria,

715

Trygaeus: just as long as it will slurp up the broth of three days,

Trygaeus: how many dried figs and pieces of meat he has brought down.

Trygaeus: But, dear Hermes, hail many times.

Hermes: And you too.

Hermes: Go away, man, in peace and remember me.

Trygaeus: O mule, let us fly home, home!

720

Hermes: It is not here, you old woman.

Trygaeus: Where, then, is he going?

Hermes: Having come under the chariot of Zeus, he carries a thunderbolt.

Trygaeus: So where is the wretch going to bring the provisions here?

Hermes: He will be fed the ambrosia of Ganymede.

Trygaeus: How then shall I come down?

725

Hermes: Courage, well;

Hermes: By this very goddess.

Trygaeus: come here, girls

Trygaeus: Follow me quickly, so that many [people] very much.

Trygaeus: longing for you, we have waited, standing.

Commentary

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οὐκ εἴ γε κυκεῶνʼ ἐπιπίοις βληχωνίαν.

The phrase βληχωνίαν is a hapax legomenon in Aristophanes, a coined noun derived from βλέχω ('to bleat' or 'to low'). Here it refers to a specific type of coarse, watery gruel or broth, likely intended to evoke the bleating of sheep, thus fitting the play's agricultural and rustic themes. The term is not attested elsewhere in extant Greek literature, making its meaning dependent entirely on this context and the etymological play on animal sounds.

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Ἑρμῆς τί δαί; Κρατῖνος ὁ σοφὸς ἔστιν; 700

Τρυγαῖος ἀπέθανεν ὅθʼ οἱ Λάκωνες ἐνέβαλον.

Ἑρμῆς τί παθών;

Ἑρμῆς ἴθι νυν ἐπὶ τούτοις τὴν Ὀπώραν λάμβανε γυναῖκα σαυτῷ τήνδε· κᾆτʼ ἐν τοῖς ἀγροῖς ταύτῃ ξυνοικῶν ἐκποιοῦ σαυτῷ βότρυς.

Τρυγαῖος ὦ φιλτάτη δεῦρʼ ἐλθὲ καὶ δός μοι κύσαι. ἆρʼ ἂν βλαβῆναι διὰ χρόνου τί σοι δοκῶ 710 ὦ δέσποθʼ Ἑρμῆ τῆς Ὀπώρας κατελάσας;

Ἑρμῆς οὐκ εἴ γε κυκεῶνʼ ἐπιπίοις βληχωνίαν. ἀλλʼ ὡς τάχιστα τήνδε τὴν Θεωρίαν ἀπάγαγε τῇ βουλῇ λαβών, ἧσπέρ ποτʼ ἦν.

Τρυγαῖος ὦ μακαρία βουλὴ σὺ τῆς Θεωρίας, 715 ὅσον ῥοφήσει ζωμὸν ἡμερῶν τριῶν, ὅσας δὲ κατέδει ξόλικας ἑφθὰς καὶ κρέα. ἀλλʼ ὦ φίλʼ Ἑρμῆ χαῖρε πολλά.

Ἑρμῆς καὶ σύ γε ὦνθρωπε χαίρων ἄπιθι καὶ μέμνησό μου.

Τρυγαῖος ὦ κάνθαρʼ οἴκαδʼ οἴκαδʼ ἀποπετώμεθα. 720

Ἑρμῆς οὐκ ἐνθάδʼ ὦ τᾶν ἔστι.

Τρυγαῖος ποῖ γὰρ οἴχεται;

Ἑρμῆς ὑφʼ ἅρματʼ ἐλθὼν Ζηνὸς ἀστραπηφορεῖ.

Τρυγαῖος πόθεν οὖν ὁ τλήμων ἐνθάδʼ ἕξει σιτία;

Ἑρμῆς τὴν τοῦ Γανυμήδους ἀμβροσίαν σιτήσεται.

Τρυγαῖος πῶς δῆτʼ ἐγὼ καταβήσομαι; 725

Ἑρμῆς θάρρει, καλῶς· τῃδὶ παρʼ αὐτὴν τὴν θεόν.

Τρυγαῖος δεῦρʼ ὦ κόραι ἕπεσθον ἅμʼ ἐμοὶ θᾶττον, ὡς πολλοὶ πάνυ ποθοῦντες ὑμᾶς ἀναμένουσʼ ἐστυκότες.

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Hermes 700 And wise Cratinus, is he still alive?

Trygaeus He died about the time of the Laconian invasion.

Hermes How?

Trygaeus Of a swoon. He could not bear the shock of seeing one of his casks full of wine broken. Ah! what a number of other misfortunes our city has suffered! 705 So, dearest mistress, nothing can now separate us from thee.

Hermes If that be so, receive Opora here for a wife; take her to the country, live with her, and grow fine grapes together.

Trygaeus to Opora. Come, my dear one, come and accept my kisses. To Hermes. 710 Tell me, Hermes, my master, do you think it would hurt me to love her a little, after so long an abstinence?

Hermes No, not if you swallow a potion of penny-royal afterwards. But hasten to lead Theoria to the Senate; that was where she lodged before.

Trygaeus 715 Oh! fortunate Senate! Thanks to Theoria, what soups you will swallow for the space of three days! how you will devour meats and cooked tripe! Come, farewell, friend Hermes!

Hermes And to you also, my dear sir, may you have much happiness, and don't forget me.

Trygaeus looking around for his dung-beetle. 720 >Come, beetle, home, home, and let us fly on a swift wing.

Hermes Oh! he is no longer here.

Trygaeus Where has he gone to then?

Hermes He is ‘harnessed to the chariot of Zeus and bears the thunderbolts.’

Trygaeus But where will the poor wretch get his food?

Hermes He will eat Ganymede's ambrosia.

Trygaeus Very well then, 725 but how am I going to descend?

Hermes Oh! never fear, there is nothing simpler; place yourself beside the goddess.

Trygaeus Come, my pretty maidens, follow me quickly; there are plenty of men waiting for you with their tools ready. He goes out, with Opora and Theoria.

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Stable identifiers

Ἑρμῆς

τί δαί; Κρατῖνος ὁ σοφὸς ἔστιν;
700

Τρυγαῖος

ἀπέθανεν

ὅθʼ οἱ Λάκωνες ἐνέβαλον.

Ἑρμῆς

τί παθών;

Ἑρμῆς

ἴθι νυν ἐπὶ τούτοις τὴν Ὀπώραν λάμβανε

γυναῖκα σαυτῷ τήνδε· κᾆτʼ ἐν τοῖς ἀγροῖς

ταύτῃ ξυνοικῶν ἐκποιοῦ σαυτῷ βότρυς.

Τρυγαῖος

ὦ φιλτάτη δεῦρʼ ἐλθὲ καὶ δός μοι κύσαι.

ἆρʼ ἂν βλαβῆναι διὰ χρόνου τί σοι δοκῶ
710

ὦ δέσποθʼ Ἑρμῆ τῆς Ὀπώρας κατελάσας;

Ἑρμῆς

οὐκ εἴ γε κυκεῶνʼ ἐπιπίοις βληχωνίαν.

ἀλλʼ ὡς τάχιστα τήνδε τὴν Θεωρίαν

ἀπάγαγε τῇ βουλῇ λαβών, ἧσπέρ ποτʼ ἦν.

Τρυγαῖος

ὦ μακαρία βουλὴ σὺ τῆς Θεωρίας,
715

ὅσον ῥοφήσει ζωμὸν ἡμερῶν τριῶν,

ὅσας δὲ κατέδει ξόλικας ἑφθὰς καὶ κρέα.

ἀλλʼ ὦ φίλʼ Ἑρμῆ χαῖρε πολλά.

Ἑρμῆς

καὶ σύ γε

ὦνθρωπε χαίρων ἄπιθι καὶ μέμνησό μου.

Τρυγαῖος

ὦ κάνθαρʼ οἴκαδʼ οἴκαδʼ ἀποπετώμεθα.
720

Ἑρμῆς

οὐκ ἐνθάδʼ ὦ τᾶν ἔστι.

Τρυγαῖος

ποῖ γὰρ οἴχεται;

Ἑρμῆς

ὑφʼ ἅρματʼ ἐλθὼν Ζηνὸς ἀστραπηφορεῖ.

Τρυγαῖος

πόθεν οὖν ὁ τλήμων ἐνθάδʼ ἕξει σιτία;

Ἑρμῆς

τὴν τοῦ Γανυμήδους ἀμβροσίαν σιτήσεται.

Τρυγαῖος

πῶς δῆτʼ ἐγὼ καταβήσομαι;
725

Ἑρμῆς

θάρρει, καλῶς·

τῃδὶ παρʼ αὐτὴν τὴν θεόν.

Τρυγαῖος

δεῦρʼ ὦ κόραι

ἕπεσθον ἅμʼ ἐμοὶ θᾶττον, ὡς πολλοὶ πάνυ

ποθοῦντες ὑμᾶς ἀναμένουσʼ ἐστυκότες.

Hermes

700 And wise Cratinus, is he still alive?

Trygaeus

He died about the time of the Laconian invasion.

Hermes

How?

Trygaeus

Of a swoon. He could not bear the shock of seeing one of his casks full of wine broken. Ah! what a number of other misfortunes our city has suffered! 705 So, dearest mistress, nothing can now separate us from thee.

Hermes

If that be so, receive Opora here for a wife; take her to the country, live with her, and grow fine grapes together.

Trygaeus
to Opora.

Come, my dear one, come and accept my kisses. To Hermes. 710 Tell me, Hermes, my master, do you think it would hurt me to love her a little, after so long an abstinence?

Hermes

No, not if you swallow a potion of penny-royal afterwards. But hasten to lead Theoria to the Senate; that was where she lodged before.

Trygaeus

715 Oh! fortunate Senate! Thanks to Theoria, what soups you will swallow for the space of three days! how you will devour meats and cooked tripe! Come, farewell, friend Hermes!

Hermes

And to you also, my dear sir, may you have much happiness, and don't forget me.

Trygaeus
looking around for his dung-beetle.

720 >Come, beetle, home, home, and let us fly on a swift wing.

Hermes

Oh! he is no longer here.

Trygaeus

Where has he gone to then?

Hermes

He is ‘harnessed to the chariot of Zeus and bears the thunderbolts.’

Trygaeus

But where will the poor wretch get his food?

Hermes

He will eat Ganymede's ambrosia.

Trygaeus

Very well then, 725 but how am I going to descend?

Hermes

Oh! never fear, there is nothing simpler; place yourself beside the goddess.

Trygaeus

Come, my pretty maidens, follow me quickly; there are plenty of men waiting for you with their tools ready. He goes out, with Opora and Theoria.