Cleon: The Gorgon-crested goddess ordered you to eat this elater (cake), so that we may steer (elauunomen) our ships well.
§1183λαβὲ καὶ ταδί νυν.
Sausage-Seller: Take these as well now.
§1184bἐπίτηδες αὔτʼ ἔπεμψέ σοι §1185ἐς τὰς τριήρεις ἐντερόνειαν ἡ θεός· §1186ἐπισκοπεῖ γὰρ περιφανῶς τὸ ναυτικόν.
Sausage-Seller: On purpose the Goddess sent them to you as an "internal lining (enteroneia)" for your triremes; for she clearly watches over the navy.
§1187ἔχε καὶ πιεῖν κεκραμένον τρία καὶ δύο.
Cleon: Have also this drink, mixed three to two.
§1188ὡς ἡδὺς ὦ Ζεῦ καὶ τὰ τρία φέρων καλῶς.
Demus: By Zeus, how sweet it is, and how well it bears the three parts!
§1189ἡ Τριτογενὴς γὰρ αὐτὸν ἐνετριτώνισεν.
Sausage-Seller: Yes, for Tritogeneia herself tripled-watered (enetritonisen) it.
§1190λαβέ νυν πλακοῦντος πίονος παρʼ ἐμοῦ τόμον.
Cleon: Take now a slice of rich cake from me.
§1191παρʼ ἐμοῦ δʼ ὅλον γε τὸν πλακοῦντα τουτονί.
Sausage-Seller: And from me, this whole cake here!
§1192ἀλλʼ οὐ λαγῷʼ ἕξεις ὁπόθεν δῷς, ἀλλʼ ἐγώ.
(To Cleon) But you won't have any hare's meat from where you can give it, but I will.
§1193οἴμοι, πόθεν λαγῷά μοι γενήσεται;
Cleon: Alas, from where will hare's meat come to me?
§1194ὦ θυμὲ νυνὶ βωμολόχον ἔξευρέ τι.
O my soul, now find some knavish trick!
§1195ὁρᾷς τάδʼ ὦ κακόδαιμον;
Sausage-Seller: Do you see this, you miserable fellow?
§1195bὀλίγον μοι μέλει· §1196ἐκεινοιὶ γὰρ ὡς ἔμʼ ἔρχονταί τινες §1197πρέσβεις ἔχοντες ἀργυρίου βαλλάντια.
Cleon: I care little; for over there, some envoys with purses of money are coming to me.
§1198ποῦ ποῦ;
Sausage-Seller: Where, where?
§1198bτί δέ σοι τοῦτʼ;
Cleon: What is that to you?
οὐκ ἐάσεις τοὺς ξένους;
Won't you leave the strangers alone?
§1199ὦ Δημίδιον ὁρᾷς τὰ λαγῷʼ ἅ σοι φέρω;
Sausage-Seller: O dear Demus, do you see the hare's meat that I bring you?
§1200οἴμοι τάλας ἀδίκως γε τἄμʼ ὑφήρπασας.
Cleon: Alas, wretched me! You have unjustly snatched away my property.
§1201νὴ τὸν Ποσειδῶ καὶ σὺ γὰρ τοὺς ἐκ Πύλου.
Sausage-Seller: By Poseidon, for you did the same to those from Pylos.
§1202εἴπʼ, ἀντιβολῶ, πῶς ἐπενόησας ἁρπάσαι;
Demus: Tell me, I entreat you, how did you think of snatching it?
§1203τὸ μὲν νόημα τῆς θεοῦ, τὸ δὲ κλέμμʼ ἐμόν.
Sausage-Seller: The idea was the Goddess's, but the theft was mine.
§1204ἐγὼ δʼ ἐκινδύνευσʼ, ἐγὼ δʼ ὤπτησά γε.
Cleon: But I ran the risk, and I did the roasting!
§1205ἄπιθʼ· οὐ γὰρ ἀλλὰ τοῦ παραθέντος ἡ χάρις.
Demus: Go away; for indeed, the gratitude belongs to the one who served it.
§1206οἴμοι κακοδαίμων, ὑπεραναιδευθήσομαι.
Cleon: Alas, miserable me! I shall be out-impudenced.
Sausage-Seller: Why don't you decide, Demus, which of us two is the better man towards you and your stomach?
Demus: By using what proof indeed would I seem to the spectators to judge wisely?
§1211ἐγὼ φράσω σοι.
Sausage-Seller: I will tell you.
τὴν ἐμὴν κίστην ἰὼν §1212ξύλλαβε σιωπῇ καὶ βασάνισον ἅττʼ ἔνι, §1213καὶ τὴν Παφλαγόνος· κἀμέλει κρινεῖς καλῶς.
Go and take my food-chest in silence, and examine what is inside, and also that of the Paphlagonian; and surely you will judge well.
§1214φέρʼ ἴδω τί οὖν ἔνεστιν;
Demus: Let me see, what then is inside?
ἅπαντα γάρ σοι παρεφόρουν.
For I brought everything out for you.
§1216αὕτη μὲν ἡ κίστη τὰ τοῦ Δήμου φρονεῖ.
Demus: This chest indeed minds the interests of Demus.
§1217βάδιζέ νυν καὶ δεῦρο πρὸς τὴν Παφλαγόνος.
Walk now also over here to that of the Paphlagonian.
§1218ὁρᾷς τάδʼ;
Do you see this?
§1218bοἴμοι τῶν ἀγαθῶν ὅσων πλέα.
Alas, how full of good things it is!
§1219ὅσον τὸ χρῆμα τοῦ πλακοῦντος ἀπέθετο·
What a huge quantity of cake he stored away!
§1220ἐμοὶ δʼ ἔδωκεν ἀποτεμὼν τυννουτονί.
And to me he gave only a tiny piece, cutting off just this much!
§1221τοιαῦτα μέντοι καὶ πρότερόν σʼ ἠργάζετο· §1222σοὶ μὲν προσεδίδου μικρὸν ὧν ἐλάμβανεν, §1223αὐτὸς δʼ ἑαυτῷ παρετίθει τὰ μείζονα.
Sausage-Seller: Indeed, he used to do such things to you before too; he would give you a tiny bit of what he received, but he would set the larger share before himself.
§1224ὦ μιαρὲ κλέπτων δή με ταῦτʼ ἐξηπάτας;
Demus: O rascal, so you were deceiving me by stealing these things?
§1225ἐγὼ δέ τυ ἐστεφάνιξα κἀδωρησάμαν.
And yet I crowned you and gave you gifts!
§1226ἐγὼ δʼ ἔκλεπτον ἐπʼ ἀγαθῷ γε τῇ πόλει.
Cleon: But I was stealing for the good of the city!
Demus: Lay down the crown quickly, so that I may place it upon this man here.
§1228bκατάθου ταχέως μαστιγία.
Sausage-Seller: Lay it down quickly, you whipping-post!
Cleon: Surely not, since I have a Pythian oracle declaring by whom alone I must be defeated.
§1231τοὐμόν γε φράζων ὄνομα καὶ λίαν σαφῶς.
Sausage-Seller: Declaring indeed my name, and very clearly too!
Cleon: And yet I wish to test you by proof, to see if you agree at all with the god's predictions.
And first I will make this trial of you: When you were a boy, whose school did you attend?
§1236ἐν ταῖσιν εὕστραις κονδύλοις ἡρμοττόμην.
Sausage-Seller: In the singeing-pits I was shaped by fists.
§1237πῶς εἶπας;
Cleon: What did you say?
ὥς μου χρησμὸς ἅπτεται φρενῶν.
How the oracle touches my heart!
Well, at the trainer's, what kind of wrestling did you learn?
§1239κλέπτων ἐπιορκεῖν καὶ βλέπειν ἐναντίον·
Sausage-Seller: To steal, commit perjury, and look people straight in the face.
§1240ὦ Φοῖβʼ Ἄπολλον Λύκιε τί ποτέ μʼ ἐργάσει;
Cleon: O Phoebus Apollo of Lycia, what will you do to me indeed?
§1241τέχνην δὲ τίνα ποτʼ εἶχες ἐξανδρούμενος;
And what trade did you have when you became a man?
§1242ἠλλαντοπώλουν καί τι καὶ βινεσκόμην.
Sausage-Seller: I sold sausages and also practiced prostitution.
§1243οἴμοι κακοδαίμων·
Cleon: Alas, miserable me!
οὐκέτʼ οὐδέν εἰμʼ ἐγώ.
I am no longer anything.
§1244λεπτή τις ἐλπίς ἐστʼ ἐφʼ ἧς ὀχούμεθα.
There is some slender hope on which we are carried.
Just tell me this: did you sell sausages in the marketplace really, or at the gates?
§1247ἐπὶ ταῖς πύλαισιν, οὗ τὸ τάριχος ὤνιον.
Sausage-Seller: At the gates, where the salted fish is sold.
§1248οἴμοι πέπρακται τοῦ θεοῦ τὸ θέσφατον.
Cleon: Alas, the oracle of the god has been fulfilled!
§1249κυλίνδετʼ εἴσω τόνδε τὸν δυσδαίμονα.
Roll this unhappy man inside.
§1250ὦ στέφανε χαίρων ἄπιθι, κεἴ σʼ ἄκων ἐγὼ §1251λείπω· σὲ δʼ ἄλλος τις λαβὼν κεκτήσεται, §1252κλέπτης μὲν οὐκ ἂν μᾶλλον, εὐτυχὴς δʼ ἴσως.
O crown, farewell and depart, even if unwillingly I leave you; some other man will receive and possess you, no greater thief indeed, but perhaps more fortunate.
§1253Ἑλλάνιε Ζεῦ σὸν τὸ νικητήριον.
Sausage-Seller: O Hellenic Zeus, yours is the victory!