Lucian of Samosata, Gallus, Emily James Smith (Translator), 30

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Cock

Such, Mikyllos, is the state of affairs with Simon. Let us be off to some one else while there is still a little of the night left.

Mikyllos

Poor devil, what a life he leads. May my enemies get rich like him! I want to give him one good thump and then go off.

Simon

Who struck me? I am robbed, wretched man!

Mikyllos

Bemoan yourself and lie awake, and stick to your gold till you turn to the color of it! Let us go, if you please, to see Gniphon, the money-lender. He lives near by. This door, too, opened of itself.

Gallus. Lucian of Samosata. Emily James Smith (Translator). Medford, MA. Perseus 5.0.

Funding provided by National Endowment for the Humanities.

Current edition Perseus

The Cock (English) (Lucian. Selections from Lucian. Smith, Emily James, translator. New York: Harper Brothers, 1892.)

Editions (1)

Ὄνειρος ἢ Ἀλεκτρυών Perseus (Lucian, Vol. 2. Harmon, Austin Morris, editor. London: William Heinemann, Ltd.; Cambridge, MA: Harvard University Press, 1915.) — 30 focus

Ἀλεκτρυών

τοιαῦτα μέν σοι, ὦ Μίκυλλε, τὰ Σίμωνος. ἀπίωμεν δὲ καὶ παρʼ ἄλλον τινά, ἕως ἔτι ὀλίγον τῆς νυκτὸς λοιπόν ἐστιν.

Μίκυλλος

ὁ κακοδαίμων, οἷον βιοῖ τὸν βίον. ἐχθροῖς οὕτω πλουτεῖν γένοιτο. κατὰ κόρρης δʼ οὖν πατάξας αὐτὸν ἀπελθεῖν βούλομαι.

Σίμων

τίς ἐπάταξέ με; λῃστεύομαι ὁ δυστυχής.

Μίκυλλος

οἴμωζε καὶ ἀγρύπνει καὶ ὅμοιος γίγνου τὸ χρῶμα τῷ χρυσῷ προστετηκὼς αὐτῷ. ἡμεῖς δὲ παρὰ Γνίφωνα, εἰ δοκεῖ, τὸν δανειστὴν ἴωμεν. οὐ μακρὰν δὲ καὶ οὗτος οἰκεῖ. ἀνέῳγε καὶ αὕτη ἡμῖν ἡ θύρα.

Translations (2)

The Dream, or the Cock Perseus (Lucian, Vol. 2. Harmon, Austin Morris, editor. London: William Heinemann, Ltd.; Cambridge, MA: Harvard University Press, 1915.) — 30 focus

COCK

Well, Micyllus, that is the way Simon lives. Let’s o and visit someone else while there is still a little of the night left.

MICYLLUS

Unfortunate man, what a life he leads! I wish my enemies wealth on those terms! Well, I want to hit him over the head before I go.

SIMON

Who hit me? I’m being robbed, unlucky that I am!

MICYLLUS

Groan and lie awake and grow like your gold in colour, cleaving fast to it! Let’s go and see Gnipho the money-lender, if you don’t mind. He too lives not far off. This door has opened to us also.

The Cock Perseus (The Works of Lucian of Samosata, Vol. 3. Fowler, Henry Watson and Fowler, Francis George, translators. Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1905.) — 30 focus

Cock

There: now you have seen Simon at home, Let us go on to another house, while there is still some of the night left.

Micyllus

The worm! what a life! I wish all my enemies such wealth as his, I°ll just lend him a box on the ear, and then I am ready.

Simon

Who was that? Some one struck me! Ah! I am robbed!

Micyllus

Whine away, Simon, and sit up of nights till you are as yellow as the gold you clutch.—I should like to go to Gniphon the usurer’s next; it is quite close... . Again the door opens. to us.

Lucian of Samosata Gallus 30

Emily James Smith (Translator)

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Cock

Such, Mikyllos, is the state of affairs with Simon. Let us be off to some one else while there is still a little of the night left.

Mikyllos

Poor devil, what a life he leads. May my enemies get rich like him! I want to give him one good thump and then go off.

Simon

Who struck me? I am robbed, wretched man!

Mikyllos

Bemoan yourself and lie awake, and stick to your gold till you turn to the color of it! Let us go, if you please, to see Gniphon, the money-lender. He lives near by. This door, too, opened of itself.

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Ἀλεκτρυών

τοιαῦτα μέν σοι, ὦ Μίκυλλε, τὰ Σίμωνος. ἀπίωμεν δὲ καὶ παρʼ ἄλλον τινά, ἕως ἔτι ὀλίγον τῆς νυκτὸς λοιπόν ἐστιν.

Μίκυλλος

ὁ κακοδαίμων, οἷον βιοῖ τὸν βίον. ἐχθροῖς οὕτω πλουτεῖν γένοιτο. κατὰ κόρρης δʼ οὖν πατάξας αὐτὸν ἀπελθεῖν βούλομαι.

Σίμων

τίς ἐπάταξέ με; λῃστεύομαι ὁ δυστυχής.

COCK

Well, Micyllus, that is the way Simon lives. Let’s o and visit someone else while there is still a little of the night left.

MICYLLUS

Unfortunate man, what a life he leads! I wish my enemies wealth on those terms! Well, I want to hit him over the head before I go.

SIMON

Who hit me? I’m being robbed, unlucky that I am!

MICYLLUS

Groan and lie awake and grow like your gold in colour, cleaving fast to it! Let’s go and see Gnipho the money-lender, if you don’t mind. He too lives not far off. This door has opened to us also.

Cock

There: now you have seen Simon at home, Let us go on to another house, while there is still some of the night left.

Micyllus

The worm! what a life! I wish all my enemies such wealth as his, I°ll just lend him a box on the ear, and then I am ready.

Simon

Who was that? Some one struck me! Ah! I am robbed!

Micyllus

Whine away, Simon, and sit up of nights till you are as yellow as the gold you clutch.—I should like to go to Gniphon the usurer’s next; it is quite close... . Again the door opens. to us.

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Cock Such, Mikyllos, is the state of affairs with Simon. Let us be off to some one else while there is still a little of the night left.

Mikyllos Poor devil, what a life he leads. May my enemies get rich like him! I want to give him one good thump and then go off.

Simon Who struck me? I am robbed, wretched man!

Mikyllos Bemoan yourself and lie awake, and stick to your gold till you turn to the color of it! Let us go, if you please, to see Gniphon, the money-lender. He lives near by. This door, too, opened of itself.

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Ἀλεκτρυών τοιαῦτα μέν σοι, ὦ Μίκυλλε, τὰ Σίμωνος. ἀπίωμεν δὲ καὶ παρʼ ἄλλον τινά, ἕως ἔτι ὀλίγον τῆς νυκτὸς λοιπόν ἐστιν.

Μίκυλλος ὁ κακοδαίμων, οἷον βιοῖ τὸν βίον. ἐχθροῖς οὕτω πλουτεῖν γένοιτο. κατὰ κόρρης δʼ οὖν πατάξας αὐτὸν ἀπελθεῖν βούλομαι.

Σίμων τίς ἐπάταξέ με; λῃστεύομαι ὁ δυστυχής.

COCK Well, Micyllus, that is the way Simon lives. Let’s o and visit someone else while there is still a little of the night left.

MICYLLUS Unfortunate man, what a life he leads! I wish my enemies wealth on those terms! Well, I want to hit him over the head before I go.

SIMON Who hit me? I’m being robbed, unlucky that I am!

MICYLLUS Groan and lie awake and grow like your gold in colour, cleaving fast to it! Let’s go and see Gnipho the money-lender, if you don’t mind. He too lives not far off. This door has opened to us also.

Cock There: now you have seen Simon at home, Let us go on to another house, while there is still some of the night left.

Micyllus The worm! what a life! I wish all my enemies such wealth as his, I°ll just lend him a box on the ear, and then I am ready.

Simon Who was that? Some one struck me! Ah! I am robbed!

Micyllus Whine away, Simon, and sit up of nights till you are as yellow as the gold you clutch.—I should like to go to Gniphon the usurer’s next; it is quite close... . Again the door opens. to us.

Stable identifiers

Cock

Such, Mikyllos, is the state of affairs with Simon. Let us be off to some one else while there is still a little of the night left.

Mikyllos

Poor devil, what a life he leads. May my enemies get rich like him! I want to give him one good thump and then go off.

Simon

Who struck me? I am robbed, wretched man!

Mikyllos

Bemoan yourself and lie awake, and stick to your gold till you turn to the color of it! Let us go, if you please, to see Gniphon, the money-lender. He lives near by. This door, too, opened of itself.

Ἀλεκτρυών

τοιαῦτα μέν σοι, ὦ Μίκυλλε, τὰ Σίμωνος. ἀπίωμεν δὲ καὶ παρʼ ἄλλον τινά, ἕως ἔτι ὀλίγον τῆς νυκτὸς λοιπόν ἐστιν.

Μίκυλλος

ὁ κακοδαίμων, οἷον βιοῖ τὸν βίον. ἐχθροῖς οὕτω πλουτεῖν γένοιτο. κατὰ κόρρης δʼ οὖν πατάξας αὐτὸν ἀπελθεῖν βούλομαι.

Σίμων

τίς ἐπάταξέ με; λῃστεύομαι ὁ δυστυχής.

COCK

Well, Micyllus, that is the way Simon lives. Let’s o and visit someone else while there is still a little of the night left.

MICYLLUS

Unfortunate man, what a life he leads! I wish my enemies wealth on those terms! Well, I want to hit him over the head before I go.

SIMON

Who hit me? I’m being robbed, unlucky that I am!

MICYLLUS

Groan and lie awake and grow like your gold in colour, cleaving fast to it! Let’s go and see Gnipho the money-lender, if you don’t mind. He too lives not far off. This door has opened to us also.

Cock

There: now you have seen Simon at home, Let us go on to another house, while there is still some of the night left.

Micyllus

The worm! what a life! I wish all my enemies such wealth as his, I°ll just lend him a box on the ear, and then I am ready.

Simon

Who was that? Some one struck me! Ah! I am robbed!

Micyllus

Whine away, Simon, and sit up of nights till you are as yellow as the gold you clutch.—I should like to go to Gniphon the usurer’s next; it is quite close... . Again the door opens. to us.