Birds. Aristophanes. . 2026-09-08.
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Editions (1)
Ὄρνιθες Perseus (Aristophanes. Aristophanis Comoediae, Vol. 1. Hall, F. W. and Geldart, William M., editors. Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1906.) — 1224 focus
Ἶρις
ἀλλʼ ἀθάνατός εἰμʼ.
Πισθέταιρος
ἀλλʼ ὅμως ἂν ἀπέθανες.
δεινότατα γάρ τοι πεισόμεσθʼ, ἐμοὶ δοκεῖ,
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εἰ τῶν μὲν ἄλλων ἄρχομεν, ὑμεῖς δʼ οἱ θεοὶ
ἀκολαστανεῖτε, κοὐδέπω γνώσεσθʼ ὅτι
ἀκροατέον ὑμῖν ἐν μέρει τῶν κρειττόνων.
φράσον δέ τοί μοι τὼ πτέρυγε ποῖ ναυστολεῖς;
Ἶρις
ἐγώ; πρὸς ἀνθρώπους πέτομαι παρὰ τοῦ πατρὸς
1230
φράσουσα θύειν τοῖς Ὀλυμπίοις θεοῖς
μηλοσφαγεῖν τε βουθύτοις ἐπʼ ἐσχάραις
κνισᾶν τʼ ἀγυιάς.
Πισθέταιρος
τί σὺ λέγεις; ποίοις θεοῖς;
Ἶρις
ποίοισιν; ἡμῖν τοῖς ἐν οὐρανῷ θεοῖς.
Πισθέταιρος
θεοὶ γὰρ ὑμεῖς;
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Ἶρις
τίς γάρ ἐστʼ ἄλλος θεός;
Πισθέταιρος
ὄρνιθες ἀνθρώποισι νῦν εἰσιν θεοί,
οἷς θυτέον αὐτούς, ἀλλὰ μὰ Δίʼ οὐ τῷ Διί.
Ἶρις
ὦ μῶρε μῶρε μὴ θεῶν κίνει φρένας
δεινάς, ὅπως μή σου γένος πανώλεθρον
Διὸς μακέλλῃ πᾶν ἀναστρέψῃ Δίκη,
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λιγνὺς δὲ σῶμα καὶ δόμων περιπτυχὰς
καταιθαλώσῃ σου Λικυμνίαις βολαῖς.
Πισθέταιρος
ἄκουσον αὕτη· παῦε τῶν παφλασμάτων·
ἔχʼ ἀτρέμα. φέρʼ ἴδω, πότερα Λυδὸν ἢ Φρύγα
ταυτὶ λέγουσα μορμολύττεσθαι δοκεῖς;
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ἆρʼ οἶσθʼ ὅτι Ζεὺς εἴ με λυπήσει πέρα,
μέλαθρα μὲν αὐτοῦ καὶ δόμους Ἀμφίονος
καταιθαλώσω πυρφόροισιν αἰετοῖς;
πέμψω δὲ πορφυρίωνας ἐς τὸν οὐρανὸν
ὄρνις ἐπʼ αὐτὸν παρδαλᾶς ἐνημμένους
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πλεῖν ἑξακοσίους τὸν ἀριθμόν. καὶ δή ποτε
εἷς Πορφυρίων αὐτῷ παρέσχε πράγματα.
σὺ δʼ εἴ με λυπήσεις τι, τῆς διακόνου
πρώτης ἀνατείνας τὼ σκέλει διαμηριῶ
τὴν Ἶριν αὐτήν, ὥστε θαυμάζειν ὅπως
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οὕτω γέρων ὢν στύομαι τριέμβολον.
Ἶρις
διαρραγείης ὦ μέλʼ αὐτοῖς ῥήμασιν.
Πισθέταιρος
οὐκ ἀποσοβήσεις; οὐ ταχέως; εὐρὰξ πατάξ.
Ἶρις
ἦ μήν σε παύσει τῆς ὕβρεως οὑμὸς πατήρ.
Πισθέταιρος
οἴμοι τάλας. οὔκουν ἑτέρωσε πετομένη
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καταιθαλώσεις τῶν νεωτέρων τινά;
Translations (2)
Birds Perseus (Aristophanes. The Complete Greek Drama, Vol. 2. Anonymous, translator. O'Neill, Eugene; Oates, Whitney Jennings, editors. New York: Random House, 1938 (printing).)
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Birds (OCR draft) Experimental (Anonymous translation, 1938 compilation; legacy Perseus source migration. Preserved separately from the revised canonical perseus-eng2 at the project owner's request.) — 1224 focus
Iris
I am immortal.
Pisthetaerus
You would have died nevertheless. —
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Oh! that would be truly intolerable! What! should the universe obey us and the gods alone continue their insolence and not understand that they must submit to the law of the strongest in their due turn? But tell me, where are you flying to?
Iris
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I? The messenger of Zeus to mankind, I am going to tell them to sacrifice sheep and oxen on the altars and to fill their streets with the rich smoke of burning fat.
Pisthetaerus
Of which gods are you speaking?
Iris
Of which? Why, of ourselves, the gods of heaven.
Pisthetaerus
1235
You, gods?
Iris
Are there others then?
Pisthetaerus
Men now adore the birds as gods, and it's to them, by Zeus, that they must offer sacrifices, and not to Zeus at all!
Iris
In tragic style.
Oh! fool! fool! Rouse not
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the wrath of the gods, for it is terrible indeed. Armed with the brand of Zeus, Justice would annihilate your race; the lightning would strike you as it did Licymnius and consume both your body and the porticos of your palace.
Pisthetaerus
Here! that's enough tall talk. Just you listen and keep quiet! Do you take me for a Lydian or a Phrygian
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and think to frighten me with your big words? Know, that if Zeus worries me again, I shall go at the head of my eagles, who are armed with lightning, and reduce his dwelling and that of Amphion to cinders. I shall send more than six hundred porphyrions
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clothed in leopards' skins up to heaven against him; and formerly a single Porphyrion gave him enough to do. As for you, his messenger, if you annoy me, I shall begin by getting between your thighs,
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and even though you are Iris, you will be surprised at the erection the old man can produce; it's three times as good as the ram on a ship's prow!
Iris
May you perish, you wretch, you and your infamous words!
Pisthetaerus
Won't you get out of here quickly? Come, stretch your wings or look out for squalls!
Iris
If my father does not punish you for your insults ...
The Machine takes Iris away.
Pisthetaerus
1260
Ha! ... but just you be off elsewhere to roast younger folk than us with your lightning.
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