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Boy of Lamachus: Now again let us begin with younger men—

1270

Trygaeus: Stop!

Trygaeus: I sang of the hoplites, and this, you wretched wretch!

Trygaeus: Peace being at hand; you are ignorant and accursed.

Lamachus' boy: and when they were indeed nearly going against one another,

Lamachus' son: They threw their shields and their round shields, which are navel-shaped.

Trygaeus: Spears? Won't he stop remembering a spear for us?

1275

Boy of Lamachus: There, then, there was both a wailing and a prayer of men.

Trygaeus: the lament of men? By Dionysus, they will weep!

Trygaeus: singing laments, and these, navel-piercing ones.

Lamachus' boy: But what indeed shall I sing? For tell me on what grounds you rejoice.

Trygaeus: Thus the men were feasting on the meat of oxen, and such things;

1280

Trygaeus: 'They set out the best food and enjoyed these things most delightfully.'

Lamachus' son: Thus the oxen were feasting on their meat, and the horses were boasting.

Lamachus' son: I heard you were sweating, since you are sated with war.

Trygaeus: Well? Has he had enough of the war and now is he eating?

Trygaeus: Sing these things, these things, as we were sated when we ate.

1285

Lamachus's boy: So, having girded themselves, they have now ceased—

Trygaeus: joyfully, I think.

Lamachus's boy: towers were pouring out, and an unquenchable shout was rising.

Trygaeus: May you perish most wretchedly, little boy, in those battles;

Trygaeus: For you sing nothing but wars. So what then?

Lamachus' son: Me?

1290

Trygaeus: But you, by Zeus.

Child of Lamachus: son of Lamachus.

Trygaeus: alas!

Trygaeus: For I was indeed wondering, upon hearing it, if you were not [here].

Trygaeus: the son of some man who fights with bulls and who fights with weeping.

Trygaeus: Go away, and as you go, sing for the spear-bearers too.

Trygaeus: Where is my Cleonymus' little child?

1295

Trygaeus: Sing something before you go inside; for you well know that

Trygaeus: He will not sing about affairs, for you are the son of a sensible father.

Peace. Aristophanes. . 2026-09-08.

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Editions (1)

Εἰρήνη Perseus (Aristophanes. Aristophanis Comoediae, Vol. 1. Hall, F. W. and Geldart, William M., editors. Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1906.) — 1305-1357 focus

Τρυγαῖος

ὑμῶν τὸ λοιπὸν ἔργον ἤδη ʼνταῦθα τῶν μενόντων
1305

φλᾶν ταῦτα πάντα καὶ σποδεῖν, καὶ μὴ κενὰς παρέλκειν.

ἀλλʼ ἀνδρικῶς ἐμβάλλετε

καὶ σμώχετʼ ἀμφοῖν τοῖν γνάθοιν· οὐδὲν γὰρ ὦ πόνηροι

λευκῶν ὀδόντων ἔργον ἐστʼ, ἢν μή τι καὶ μασῶνται.
1310

Χορός

ἡμῖν μελήσει ταῦτά γʼ· εὖ ποιεῖς δὲ καὶ σὺ φράζων.

Τρυγαῖος

ἀλλʼ ὦ πρὸ τοῦ πεινῶντες ἐμβάλλεσθε τῶν λαγῴων·

ὡς οὐχὶ πᾶσαν ἡμέραν

πλακοῦσιν ἔστιν ἐντυχεῖν πλανωμένοις ἐρήμοις.

πρὸς ταῦτα βρύκετʼ ἢ τάχʼ ἡμῖν φημι μεταμελήσειν.
1315

1316

Χορός

εὐφημεῖν χρὴ καὶ τὴν νύμφην ἔξω τινὰ δεῦρο κομίζειν

δᾷδάς τε φέρειν, καὶ πάντα λεὼν συγχαίρειν κἀπιχορεύειν.

καὶ τὰ σκεύη πάλιν ἐς τὸν ἀγρὸν νυνὶ χρὴ πάντα κομίζειν

ὀρχησαμένους καὶ σπείσαντας καὶ Ὑπέρβολον ἐξελάσαντας,

1320

Χορός

κἀπευξαμένους τοῖσι θεοῖσιν
1320

διδόναι πλοῦτον τοῖς Ἕλλησιν,

κριθάς τε ποιεῖν ἡμᾶς πολλὰς

πάντας ὁμοίως οἶνόν τε πολύν,

σῦκά τε τρώγειν,

τάς τε γυναῖκας τίκτειν ἡμῖν,
1325

καὶ τἀγαθὰ πάνθʼ ὅσʼ ἀπωλέσαμεν

συλλέξασθαι πάλιν ἐξ ἀρχῆς,

λῆξαί τʼ αἴθωνα σίδηρον.

Τρυγαῖος

δεῦρʼ ὦ γύναι εἰς ἀγρόν,

χὤπως μετʼ ἐμοῦ καλὴ
1330

καλῶς κατακείσει.

Ὑμὴν Ὑμέναιʼ ὦ.

Ἡμιχόριον Β

ὦ τρὶς μάκαρ ὡς δικαίως

τἀγαθὰ νῦν ἔχεις.

Ἡμιχόριον Α

Ὑμὴν Ὑμέναιʼ ὦ.
1335

Ἡμιχόριον Β

Ὑμὴν Ὑμέναιʼ ὦ.

Ἡμιχόριον Α

τί δράσομεν αὐτήν;

Ἡμιχόριον Β

τί δράσομεν αὐτήν;

Ἡμιχόριον Α

τρυγήσομεν αὐτήν,

Ἡμιχόριον Β

τρυγήσομεν αὐτήν.

Ἡμιχόριον Α

ἀλλʼ ἀράμενοι φέρωμεν
1340

οἱ προτεταγμένοι

τὸν νυμφίον ὦνδρες.

Ἡμιχόριον Β

Ὑμὴν Ὑμέναιʼ ὦ,

Τρυγαῖος

οἰκήσετε γοῦν καλῶς

οὐ πράγματʼ ἔχοντες, ἀλλὰ
1345

συκολογοῦντες.

Ἡμιχόριον Β

Ὑμὴν Ὑμέναιʼ ὦ,

Ἡμιχόριον Α

Ὑμὴν Ὑμέναιʼ ὦ.

Ἡμιχόριον Β

τοῦ μὲν μέγα καὶ παχύ.

Ἡμιχόριον Α

τῆς δʼ ἡδὺ τὸ σῦκον.
1350

Τρυγαῖος

φήσεις γʼ ὅταν ἐσθίῃς

οἶνόν τε πίῃς πολύν.

Χορός

Ὑμὴν Ὑμέναιʼ ὦ,

Ὑμὴν Ὑμέναιʼ ὦ.

Τρυγαῖος

ὦ χαίρετε χαίρετʼ ἄνδρες,
1355

κἂν ξυνέπησθέ μοι

πλακοῦντας ἔδεσθε.

Translations (1)

Peace (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Anonymous; 1938 compilation). Migrated from Perseus legacy XML; source wording and notes retained. See TEI header and migration inventory.) — 1270 focus

Son of Lamachus

“Glory to the young warriors—”

Trygaeus

Oh! leave off about your young warriors, you little wretch; we are at peace and you are an idiot and a rascal.

Son of Lamachus

“The skirmish begins, the hollow bucklers clash against each other.”

Trygaeus

1275 Bucklers! Leave me in peace with your bucklers.

Son of Lamachus

“And then there came groanings and shouts of victory.”

Trygaeus

Groanings! ah! by Bacchus! look out for yourself, you cursed squaller, if you start wearying us again with your groanings and hollow bucklers.

Son of Lamachus

Then what should I sing? Tell me what pleases you.

Trygaeus

1280 “'Tis thus they feasted on the flesh of oxen,” or something similar, as, for instance, “Everything that could tickle the palate was placed on the table.”

Son of Lamachus

“'Tis thus they feasted on the flesh of oxen and, tired of warfare, unharnessed their foaming steeds.”

Trygaeus

That's splendid; tired of warfare, they seat themselves at table; 1285 sing sing to us how they still go on eating after they are satiated.

Son of Lamachus

“The meal over, they girded themselves—”

Trygaeus

With good wine, no doubt?

Son of Lamachus

“—with armour and rushed forth from the towers, and a terrible shout arose.”

Trygaeus

Get you gone, you little scapegrace, you and your battles! You sing of nothing but warfare. Who is your father then?

Son of Lamachus

1290 My father?

Trygaeus

Yes, you, by Zeus.

Son of Lamachus

I am Lamachus' son.

Trygaeus

Oh! oh! I could indeed have sworn, when I was listening to you, that you were the son of some warrior, who dreams of nothing but wounds and bruises, of some Bulomachus of Clausimachus; go and sing your plaguey songs to the spearmen. 1295 Where is the son of Cleonymus? Sing me something before going back to the feast. I am at least certain he will not sing of battles, for his father is far too careful a man.

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οἰμωγὰς ᾄδων, καὶ ταύτας ὀμφαλοέσσας.

The adjective ὀμφαλοέσσης (dative plural feminine agreeing with ὀμφάς) is a hapax legomenon in Aristophanes, formed with the suffix -έσσης to denote 'navel-like' or 'central'. Here it modifies ὀμφάς (the vocalizations/cries), creating a grotesque comic image where the mourners' wailing is described as if it emanates from the navel, perhaps suggesting the physical strain of the lament or a specific local dialectal usage where the navel was associated with the center of the body and thus the source of sound. This rare compound reflects Aristophanes' tendency to coin or repurpose words for comic effect, transforming a standard lament into a visceral, bodily absurdity.

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Χορός ἡμῖν μελήσει ταῦτά γʼ· εὖ ποιεῖς δὲ καὶ σὺ φράζων.

Τρυγαῖος δεῦρʼ ὦ γύναι εἰς ἀγρόν, χὤπως μετʼ ἐμοῦ καλὴ 1330 καλῶς κατακείσει. Ὑμὴν Ὑμέναιʼ ὦ.

Ἡμιχόριον Β ὦ τρὶς μάκαρ ὡς δικαίως τἀγαθὰ νῦν ἔχεις.

Ἡμιχόριον Α Ὑμὴν Ὑμέναιʼ ὦ. 1335

Ἡμιχόριον Β Ὑμὴν Ὑμέναιʼ ὦ.

Ἡμιχόριον Α τί δράσομεν αὐτήν;

Ἡμιχόριον Β τί δράσομεν αὐτήν;

Ἡμιχόριον Α τρυγήσομεν αὐτήν,

Ἡμιχόριον Β τρυγήσομεν αὐτήν.

Ἡμιχόριον Α ἀλλʼ ἀράμενοι φέρωμεν 1340 οἱ προτεταγμένοι τὸν νυμφίον ὦνδρες.

Ἡμιχόριον Β Ὑμὴν Ὑμέναιʼ ὦ,

Ἡμιχόριον Β Ὑμὴν Ὑμέναιʼ ὦ,

Τρυγαῖος οἰκήσετε γοῦν καλῶς οὐ πράγματʼ ἔχοντες, ἀλλὰ 1345 συκολογοῦντες.

Ἡμιχόριον Β Ὑμὴν Ὑμέναιʼ ὦ,

Ἡμιχόριον Α Ὑμὴν Ὑμέναιʼ ὦ.

Ἡμιχόριον Β τοῦ μὲν μέγα καὶ παχύ.

Ἡμιχόριον Α τῆς δʼ ἡδὺ τὸ σῦκον. 1350

Τρυγαῖος φήσεις γʼ ὅταν ἐσθίῃς οἶνόν τε πίῃς πολύν.

Χορός Ὑμὴν Ὑμέναιʼ ὦ, Ὑμὴν Ὑμέναιʼ ὦ.

Τρυγαῖος ὦ χαίρετε χαίρετʼ ἄνδρες, 1355 κἂν ξυνέπησθέ μοι πλακοῦντας ἔδεσθε.

Son of Lamachus “Glory to the young warriors—”

Trygaeus Oh! leave off about your young warriors, you little wretch; we are at peace and you are an idiot and a rascal.

Son of Lamachus “The skirmish begins, the hollow bucklers clash against each other.”

Trygaeus 1275 Bucklers! Leave me in peace with your bucklers.

Son of Lamachus “And then there came groanings and shouts of victory.”

Trygaeus Groanings! ah! by Bacchus! look out for yourself, you cursed squaller, if you start wearying us again with your groanings and hollow bucklers.

Son of Lamachus Then what should I sing? Tell me what pleases you.

Trygaeus 1280 “'Tis thus they feasted on the flesh of oxen,” or something similar, as, for instance, “Everything that could tickle the palate was placed on the table.”

Son of Lamachus “'Tis thus they feasted on the flesh of oxen and, tired of warfare, unharnessed their foaming steeds.”

Trygaeus That's splendid; tired of warfare, they seat themselves at table; 1285 sing sing to us how they still go on eating after they are satiated.

Son of Lamachus “The meal over, they girded themselves—”

Trygaeus With good wine, no doubt?

Son of Lamachus “—with armour and rushed forth from the towers, and a terrible shout arose.”

Trygaeus Get you gone, you little scapegrace, you and your battles! You sing of nothing but warfare. Who is your father then?

Son of Lamachus 1290 My father?

Trygaeus Yes, you, by Zeus.

Son of Lamachus I am Lamachus' son.

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Stable identifiers

Χορός

ἡμῖν μελήσει ταῦτά γʼ· εὖ ποιεῖς δὲ καὶ σὺ φράζων.

Τρυγαῖος

δεῦρʼ ὦ γύναι εἰς ἀγρόν,

χὤπως μετʼ ἐμοῦ καλὴ
1330

καλῶς κατακείσει.

Ὑμὴν Ὑμέναιʼ ὦ.

Ἡμιχόριον Β

ὦ τρὶς μάκαρ ὡς δικαίως

τἀγαθὰ νῦν ἔχεις.

Ἡμιχόριον Α

Ὑμὴν Ὑμέναιʼ ὦ.
1335

Ἡμιχόριον Β

Ὑμὴν Ὑμέναιʼ ὦ.

Ἡμιχόριον Α

τί δράσομεν αὐτήν;

Ἡμιχόριον Β

τί δράσομεν αὐτήν;

Ἡμιχόριον Α

τρυγήσομεν αὐτήν,

Ἡμιχόριον Β

τρυγήσομεν αὐτήν.

Ἡμιχόριον Α

ἀλλʼ ἀράμενοι φέρωμεν
1340

οἱ προτεταγμένοι

τὸν νυμφίον ὦνδρες.

Ἡμιχόριον Β

Ὑμὴν Ὑμέναιʼ ὦ,

Ἡμιχόριον Β

Ὑμὴν Ὑμέναιʼ ὦ,

Τρυγαῖος

οἰκήσετε γοῦν καλῶς

οὐ πράγματʼ ἔχοντες, ἀλλὰ
1345

συκολογοῦντες.

Ἡμιχόριον Β

Ὑμὴν Ὑμέναιʼ ὦ,

Ἡμιχόριον Α

Ὑμὴν Ὑμέναιʼ ὦ.

Ἡμιχόριον Β

τοῦ μὲν μέγα καὶ παχύ.

Ἡμιχόριον Α

τῆς δʼ ἡδὺ τὸ σῦκον.
1350

Τρυγαῖος

φήσεις γʼ ὅταν ἐσθίῃς

οἶνόν τε πίῃς πολύν.

Χορός

Ὑμὴν Ὑμέναιʼ ὦ,

Ὑμὴν Ὑμέναιʼ ὦ.

Τρυγαῖος

ὦ χαίρετε χαίρετʼ ἄνδρες,
1355

κἂν ξυνέπησθέ μοι

πλακοῦντας ἔδεσθε.

Son of Lamachus

“Glory to the young warriors—”

Trygaeus

Oh! leave off about your young warriors, you little wretch; we are at peace and you are an idiot and a rascal.

Son of Lamachus

“The skirmish begins, the hollow bucklers clash against each other.”

Trygaeus

1275 Bucklers! Leave me in peace with your bucklers.

Son of Lamachus

“And then there came groanings and shouts of victory.”

Trygaeus

Groanings! ah! by Bacchus! look out for yourself, you cursed squaller, if you start wearying us again with your groanings and hollow bucklers.

Son of Lamachus

Then what should I sing? Tell me what pleases you.

Trygaeus

1280 “'Tis thus they feasted on the flesh of oxen,” or something similar, as, for instance, “Everything that could tickle the palate was placed on the table.”

Son of Lamachus

“'Tis thus they feasted on the flesh of oxen and, tired of warfare, unharnessed their foaming steeds.”

Trygaeus

That's splendid; tired of warfare, they seat themselves at table; 1285 sing sing to us how they still go on eating after they are satiated.

Son of Lamachus

“The meal over, they girded themselves—”

Trygaeus

With good wine, no doubt?

Son of Lamachus

“—with armour and rushed forth from the towers, and a terrible shout arose.”

Trygaeus

Get you gone, you little scapegrace, you and your battles! You sing of nothing but warfare. Who is your father then?

Son of Lamachus

1290 My father?

Trygaeus

Yes, you, by Zeus.

Son of Lamachus

I am Lamachus' son.