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!
乐和彩登录PHIDIPPIDES (in his sleep)
That's not fair, Philo! Drive your chariot straight, I say.
This is what is destroying me. He raves about horses, even in his sleep.
乐和彩登录PHIDIPPIDES (still sleeping)
How many times round the track is the race for the chariots of war?
乐和彩登录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.
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.
乐和彩登录What is the matter with you, father, that you groan and turn about the whole night through?
乐和彩登录The Clouds is a comedy written by the celebrated playwright Aristophanes lampooning intellectual fashions in classical Athens. It was originally produced at the City Dionysia in 423 BC and it was not well received, coming last of the three plays competing at the festival that year. It was revised between 420-417 BC and thereafter it was circulated in manuscript form. No copy of the original production survives, and scholarly analysis indicates that the revised version is an incomplete form of Old Comedy. This incompleteness, however, is not obvious in translations and modern performances. The Clouds can be considered not only the world's first extant 'comedy of ideas' but also a brilliant and successful example of that genre. The play gained notoriety for its caricature of Socrates ever since its mention in Plato's Apology as a factor contributing to the philosopher's trial and execution.
That's right. Well, now if I placed myself with this stone in the sun and a long way off from the clerk, while he was writing out the conviction, I could make all the wax, upon which the words were written, melt.
乐和彩登录Well thought out, by the Graces!
Ah! I am delighted to have annulled the decree that was to cost me five talents.
Come, take up this next question quickly.
If, when summoned to court, you were in danger of losing your case for want of witnesses, how would you make the conviction fall upon your opponent?
乐和彩登录That's very simple and easy.
Let me hear.
乐和彩登录This way. If another case had to be pleaded before mine was called, I should run and hang myself.
You talk rubbish!
Not so, by the gods! if I were dead, no action could lie against me.
乐和彩登录You are merely beating the air. Get out! I will give you no more lessons.
Why not? Oh! Socrates! in the name of the gods!
乐和彩登录But you forget as fast as you learn. Come, what was the thing I taught you first? Tell me.
乐和彩登录Ah let me see. What was the first thing? What was it then? Ah! that thing in which we knead the bread, oh! my god! what do you call it?
Plague take the most forgetful and silliest of old addlepates!
乐和彩登录Alas! what a calamity! what will become of me? I am undone if I do not learn how to ply my tongue. Oh! Clouds! give me good advice.