Not the smallest
offering
comes!
Aristophanes
PISTHETAERUS. I can recognize Prometheus in this cunning trick. Come,
quick then, and fear nothing; speak on.
PROMETHEUS. Then listen.
PISTHETAERUS. I am listening, proceed!
PROMETHEUS. It's all over with Zeus.
PISTHETAERUS. Ah! and since when, pray?
PROMETHEUS. Since you founded this city in the air. There is not a man
who now sacrifices to the gods; the smoke of the victims no longer
reaches us.
Not the smallest offering comes! We fast as though it were
the festival of Demeter. [346] The barbarian gods, who are dying of
hunger, are bawling like Illyrians[347] and threaten to make an armed
descent upon Zeus, if he does not open markets where joints of the
victims are sold.
PISTHETAERUS. What! there are other gods besides you, barbarian gods who
dwell above Olympus?
PROMETHEUS. If there were no barbarian gods, who would be the patron of
Execestides? [348]
PISTHETAERUS. And what is the name of these gods?
PROMETHEUS. Their name? Why, the Triballi. [349]
PISTHETAERUS. Ah, indeed! 'tis from that no doubt that we derive the word
'tribulation.