PASIAS, a Money-lender AMYNIAS, another Money-lender CHORUS OF CLOUDSCLOUDS

(SCENE:-In the background are two houses, that of Strepsiades and that of Socrates, the Thoughtery.The latter is small and dingy;the in, terior of the former is shown and two beds are seen, each occupied.)STREPSIADES (sitting up)

GREAT gods! will these nights never end? will daylight never come?

I heard the cock crow long ago and my slaves are snoring still! Ah! Ah!

It wasn't like this formerly.Curses on the war! has it not done me ills enough? Now I may not even chastise my own slaves.Again there's this brave lad, who never wakes the whole long night, but, wrapped in his five coverlets, farts away to his heart's content.

(He lies down) Come! let me nestle in well and snore too, if it be possible....oh! misery, it's vain to think of sleep with all these expenses, this stable, these debts, which are devouring me, thanks to this fine cavalier, who only knows how to look after his long locks, to show himself off in his chariot and to dream of horses!

And I, I am nearly dead, when I see the moon bringing the third decade in her train and my liability falling due....Slave! light the lamp and bring me my tablets.(The slave obeys.) Who are all my creditors?

Let me see and reckon up the interest.What is it I owe?....Twelve minae to Pasias....What! twelve minae to Pasias?....Why did I borrow these? Ah! I know! It was to buy that thoroughbred, which cost me so much.How I should have prized the stone that had blinded him!

PHIDIPPIDES (in his sleep)

That's not fair, Philo! Drive your chariot straight, I say.

STREPSIADES

This is what is destroying me.He raves about horses, even in his sleep.

PHIDIPPIDES (still sleeping)

How many times round the track is the race for the chariots of war?

STREPSIADES

It's your own father you are driving to death....to ruin.Come!

what debt comes next, after that of Pasias?....Three minae to Amynias for a chariot and its two wheels.

PHIDIPPIDES (still asleep)

Give the horse a good roll in the dust and lead him home.

STREPSIADES

Ah! wretched boy! it's my money that you are making roll.My creditors have distrained on my goods, and here are others again, who demand security for their interest.

PHIDIPPIDES (awaking)

What is the matter with you, father, that you groan and turn about the whole night through?

STREPSIADES

I have a bum-bailiff in the bedclothes biting me.

PHIDIPPIDES

For pity's sake, let me have a little sleep.(He turns over.)STREPSIADES

Very well, sleep on! but remember that all these debts will fall back on your shoulders.Oh! curses on the go-between who made me marry your mother! I lived so happily in the country, a commonplace, everyday life, but a good and easy one-had not a trouble, not a care, was rich in bees, in sheep and in olives.Then indeed I had to marry the niece of Megacles, the son of Megacles; I belonged to the country, she was from the town; she was a haughty, extravagant woman, a true Coesyra.On the nuptial day, when I lay beside her, Iwas reeking of the dregs of the wine-cup, of cheese and of wool; she was redolent with essences, saffron, voluptuous kisses, the love of spending, of good cheer and of wanton delights.I will not say she did nothing; no, she worked hard...to ruin me, and pretending all the while merely to be showing her the cloak she had woven for me, I said, "Wife you go too fast about your work, your threads are too closely woven and you use far too much wool."(A slave enters witk a lamp.)

SLAVE

There is no more oil in the lamp.

STREPSIADES

Why then did you light such a thirsty lamp? Come here, I am going to beat you.

SLAVE

What for?

STREPSIADES

Because you have put in too thick a wick....Later, when we had this boy, what was to be his name? It was the cause of much quarrelling with my loving wife.She insisted on having some reference to a horse in his name, that he should be called Xanthippus, Charippus or Callippides.I wanted to name him Phidonides after his grandfather.

We disputed long, and finally agreed to style him Phidippides....She used to fondle and coax him, saying, "Oh! what a joy it will be to me when you have grown up, to see you, like my father, Megacles, clothed in purple and standing up straight in your chariot driving your steeds toward the town." And I would say to him, "When, like your father, you will go, dressed in a skin, to fetch back your goats from Phelleus." Alas! he never listened to me and his madness for horses has shattered my fortune.(He gets out of bed.) But by dint of thinking the livelong night, I have discovered a road to salvation, both miraculous and divine.If he will but follow it, I shall be out of my trouble! First, however, he must be awakened, but it must be done as gently as possible.How shall I manage it? Phidippides! my little Phidippides!

PHIDIPPIDES (awaking again)

What is it, father?

STREPSIADES

Kiss me and give me your hand.

PHIDIPPIDES (getting up and doing as his father requests)There! What's it all about?

STREPSIADES

Tell me! do you love me?

PHIDIPPIDES

By Posidon, the equestrian Posidon! yes, I swear I do.

STREPSIADES

Oh, do not, I pray you, invoke this god of horses; he is the one who is the cause of all my cares.But if you really love me, and with your whole heart, my boy, believe me.

PHIDIPPIDES

Believe you? about what?

STREPSIADES

Alter your habits forthwith and go and learn what I tell you.

PHIDIPPIDES

Say on, what are your orders?

STREPSIADES

Will you obey me ever so little?

PHIDIPPIDES

By Bacchus, I will obey you.

STREPSIADES

Very well then! Look this way.Do you see that little door and that little house?

PHIDIPPIDES

Yes, father.But what are you driving at?

STREPSIADES

That is the Thoughtery of wise souls.There they prove that we are coals enclosed on all sides under a vast snuffer, which is the sky.If well paid, these men also teach one how to gain law-suits, whether they be just or not.

PHIDIPPIDES

What do they call themselves?

STREPSIADES

I do not know exactly, but they are deep thinkers and most admirable people.

PHIDIPPIDES