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DICAEOPOLIS
What is this? By Heracles, you will smash my pot.¹

CHORUS
It is you that we are stoning, you miserable scoundrel.

DICAEOPOLIS
And for what sin, Acharnian Elders, tell me that!

CHORUS
You ask that, you impudent rascal, traitor to your country; you alone amongst us all have concluded a truce, and you dare to look us in the face!

DICAEOPOLIS
But you do not know WHY I have treated for peace. Listen!

CHORUS
Listen to you? No, no, you are about to die, we will annihilate you with our stones.

DICAEOPOLIS
But first of all, listen. Stop, my friends.

CHORUS
I will hear nothing; do not address me; I hate you more than I do Cleon,² whom one day I shall flay to make sandals for the Knights.

1 At the rural Dionysia a pot of kitchen vegetables was borne in the procession along with other emblems.

2 Cleon the Demagogue was a currier originally by trade. He was the sworn foe and particular detestation of the Knights or aristocratic party generally.

Aristophanes. Acharnians. The Eleven Comedies. Anonymous. New York. Liveright. 192?.

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