Euripides: 'Indeed, as for myself, as for my poetry, I am as I am,'
Euripides: In the very last lines I will speak, but this one I will refute first,
Euripides: how he was a boaster and a charlatan, capable of deceiving the spectators
Euripides: he deceived fools, having taken them as raised by Phrynichus.
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Euripides: for first of all he would have sat down, having concealed himself,
Euripides: 'Achilles or Niobe, not showing the face,'
Euripides: a prop of tragedy, even this grumbling.
Dionysus: By Zeus, not at all.
Euripides: But the chorus would have been pulling down the stakes.
Euripides: he sang four melodies in succession continuously; but the others were silent.
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Dionysus: I, however, was delighted by the silence, and this gave me pleasure.
Dionysus: Not less than now those who talk.
Euripides: For you were foolish,
Euripides: be quite certain.
DIONYSUS: I think so too. But what did that man do?
Euripides: out of pretension, so that the spectator, while waiting, might sit down,
Euripides: whenever Niobe speaks a word, the play would be broken up.
920
Dionysus: Oh, what a villain! I was so thoroughly cheated by him.
Dionysus: Why are you scowling and being ill-tempered?
Euripides: because I convict him.
Euripides: and then, since he would prattle these things and the play
Euripides: 'It would have been better if he had spoken twelve ox-head words.'
Euripides: having eyebrows and ridges, a terribly frightful monster,
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Euripides: [they are] unknown to the spectators.
Aeschylus: alas, wretched me.
Euripides: he would not have been able to say even one clear thing—
Dionysus: Do not grind your teeth.
Euripides: But either Skamandrians or trenches or those marching upon shields
Euripides: beaked, bronze-beating, and cliff-top verses,
Euripides: What to combine is not easy.
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Dionysus: By the gods, I at least
Dionysus: I have indeed kept awake for a long time during the night.
Dionysus: I am looking for what kind of bird the red-headed rooster is.
Aeschylus: a sign, most clearly, was inscribed on the ships.
Dionysus: I thought, then, that Philoxenos' son was Eryx.
Euripides: Then should he have made a cock in his tragedies?
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Aeschylus: But you, enemy of the gods, what things are these that you do?