To treat a
dithyrambic
poet, for whom the tribes dispute with
each other, in this style!
each other, in this style!
Aristophanes
PISTHETAERUS. By Zeus! but I'll cut your breath short.
CINESIAS. . . . now rushing along the tracks of Notus, now nearing Boreas
across the infinite wastes of the ether. " (_Pisthetaerus beats him. _) Ah!
old man, that's a pretty and clever idea truly!
PISTHETAERUS. What! are you not delighted to be cleaving the air? [334]
CINESIAS.
To treat a dithyrambic poet, for whom the tribes dispute with
each other, in this style! [335]
PISTHETAERUS. Will you stay with us and form a chorus of winged birds as
slender as Leotrophides[336] for the Cecropid tribe?
CINESIAS. You are making game of me, 'tis clear; but know that I shall
never leave you in peace if I do not have wings wherewith to traverse the
air.
AN INFORMER. What are these birds with downy feathers, who look so
pitiable to me? Tell me, oh swallow with the long dappled wings. [337]
PISTHETAERUS. Oh! but 'tis a perfect invasion that threatens us. Here
comes another of them, humming along.
INFORMER. Swallow with the long dappled wings, once more I summon you.
PISTHETAERUS. It's his cloak I believe he's addressing; 'faith, it stands
in great need of the swallows' return.
