§320πάμπολυν τοῖς δημόταισι καὶ φίλοις παρασχεθεῖν·
to offer a huge laughing-stock to my fellow demesmen and friends.
§321πρὶν γὰρ εἶναι Περγασῆσιν ἔνεον ἐν ταῖς ἐμβάσιν.
For before reaching Pergasai, I was swimming in my shoes.
Did you not then from the very beginning show that impudence, which alone protects the orators?
§326ᾗ σὺ πιστεύων ἀμέλγεις τῶν ξένων τοὺς καρπίμους, §327πρῶτος ὤν· ὁ δʼ Ἱπποδάμου λείβεται θεώμενος.
Trusting in which, you milk the fruitful ones among the foreigners, being the foremost; while the son of Hippodamus melts away in tears as he watches.
§328ἀλλʼ ἐφάνη γὰρ ἀνὴρ ἕτερος πολὺ §329σοῦ μιαρώτερος, ὥστε με χαίρειν, §330ὅς σε παύσει καὶ πάρεισι, δῆλός ἐστιν αὐτόθεν, §331πανουργίᾳ τε καὶ θράσει §332καὶ κοβαλικεύμασιν.
But indeed another man has appeared, far more disgusting than you, so that I rejoice, who will stop you and surpass you; it is clear from this very spot, both in villainy and in boldness and in knavish tricks.
§333ἀλλʼ ὦ τραφεὶς ὅθενπέρ εἰσιν ἄνδρες οἵπερ εἰσίν, §334νῦν δεῖξον ὡς οὐδὲν λέγει τὸ σωφρόνως τραφῆναι.
But, o you who were bred from where those very men come from, now show that to be bred soberly is to speak nonsense.
§335καὶ μὴν ἀκούσαθʼ οἷός ἐστιν οὑτοσὶ πολίτης.
And indeed, hear what kind of citizen this fellow is.
§336οὐκ αὖ μʼ ἐάσεις;
Cleon: Will you not let me speak again?
§336bμὰ Δίʼ ἐπεὶ κἀγὼ πονηρός εἰμι.
Sausage-seller: By Zeus, no, since I too am a rascal.
§337ἐὰν δὲ μὴ ταύτῃ γʼ ὑπείκῃ, λέγʼ ὅτι κἀκ πονηρῶν.
Chorus: And if he does not give way in this, say that you are also from rascals.
§338οὐκ αὖ μʼ ἐάσεις;
Cleon: Will you not let me speak again?
§338bμὰ Δία.
Sausage-seller: By Zeus, no.
§338cναὶ μὰ Δία.
Cleon: Yes, by Zeus, I will!
§338dμὰ τὸν Ποσειδῶ.
Sausage-seller: By Poseidon, no.
§339ἀλλʼ αὐτὸ περὶ τοῦ πρότερος εἰπεῖν πρῶτα διαμαχοῦμαι.
But on this very point of who speaks first, I will first fight to the end.
§340οἴμοι διαρραγήσομαι.
Cleon: Alas, I shall burst!
§340bκαὶ μὴν ἐγὼ οὐ παρήσω.
Sausage-seller: And yet, I will not let you.
§341πάρες πάρες πρὸς τῶν θεῶν αὐτῷ διαρραγῆναι.
Chorus: Let him, let him burst, by the gods!
§342τῷ καὶ πεποιθὼς ἀξιοῖς ἐμοῦ λέγειν ἔναντα;
Cleon: Trusting in what do you claim the right to speak in my presence?
§343ὁτιὴ λέγειν οἷός τε κἀγὼ καὶ καρυκοποιεῖν.
Sausage-seller: Because I too am able to speak, and to make rich sauces.
§344ἰδοὺ λέγειν.
Cleon: Look at that, 'speak'!
καλῶς γʼ ἂν οὖν σὺ πρᾶγμα προσπεσόν σοι §345ὠμοσπάρακτον παραλαβὼν μεταχειρίσαιο χρηστῶς.
Fine indeed then you would handle a matter that fell upon you, taking it raw and torn to pieces, and managing it well.
§346ἀλλʼ οἶσθʼ ὅπερ πεπονθέναι δοκεῖς;
But do you know what you seem to have suffered?
ὅπερ τὸ πλῆθος.
Just what the crowd suffers.
§347εἴ που δικίδιον εἶπας εὖ κατὰ ξένου μετοίκου, §348τὴν νύκτα θρυλῶν καὶ λαλῶν ἐν ταῖς ὁδοῖς σεαυτῷ, §349ὕδωρ τε πίνων κἀπιδεικνὺς τοὺς φίλους τʼ ἀνιῶν, §350ᾤου δυνατὸς εἶναι λέγειν.
If perchance you argued a petty lawsuit well against some resident alien, mumbling through the night and chattering to yourself in the streets, and drinking water and showing off, annoying your friends, you thought you were able to speak.
ὦ μῶρε τῆς ἀνοίας.
O you fool, what folly!
Sausage-seller: And what pray have you drunk to make the city, so that now, tongue-lashed by you alone, it keeps silence?
§353ἐμοὶ γὰρ ἀντέθηκας ἀνθρώπων τίνʼ; ὅστις εὐθὺς
Cleon: For whom among men have you set against me?
One who straightway, having devoured hot tunny-fish, and then washed it down with a pitcher of unmixed wine, will slander the generals at Pylos.
§356ἐγὼ δέ γʼ ἤνυστρον βοὸς καὶ κοιλίαν ὑείαν §357καταβροχθίσας κᾆτʼ ἐπιπιὼν τὸν ζωμὸν ἀναπόνιπτος §358λαρυγγιῶ τοὺς ῥήτορας καὶ Νικίαν ταράξω.
Sausage-seller: And I indeed, having gobbled up a cow's abomasum and a sow's belly, and then drunk up the broth, without washing my hands, will shout down the orators and throw Nicias into confusion.
§359τὰ μὲν ἄλλα μʼ ἤρεσας λέγων· . ἓν δʼ οὐ προσίεταί με, §360τῶν πραγμάτων ὁτιὴ μόνος τὸν ζωμὸν ἐκροφήσει.
Chorus: In other things you pleased me by your words; but one thing does not satisfy me, that you will slurp up the broth of our affairs all by yourself.
§361ἀλλʼ οὐ λάβρακας καταφαγὼν Μιλησίους κλονήσεις.
Cleon: But you shall not throw the Milesians into confusion by devouring sea-bass.
§362ἀλλὰ σχελίδας ἐδηδοκὼς ὠνήσομαι μέταλλα.
Sausage-seller: Indeed, having eaten beef-ribs, I will buy up the mines.
§363ἐγὼ δʼ ἐπεσπηδῶν γε τὴν βουλὴν βίᾳ κυκήσω.
Cleon: And I, leaping into the Council, will confound it by force.
§364ἐγὼ δὲ κινήσω γέ σου τὸν πρωκτὸν ἀντὶ φύσκης.
Sausage-seller: And I will shake your rump instead of a sausage-skin.
§365ἐγὼ δέ γʼ ἐξέλξω σε τῆς πυγῆς θύραζε κύβδα.
Cleon: And I indeed will drag you out of doors by your buttocks, bent double.
§366νὴ τὸν Ποσειδῶ κἀμέ τἄρʼ, ἤνπερ γε τοῦτον ἕλκῃς.
Sausage-seller: By Poseidon, me too then, if you drag this fellow.
§367οἷόν σε δήσω ʼνʼ τῷ ξύλῳ.
Cleon: How I will bind you in the wooden stock!
§368διώξομαί σε δειλίας.
Sausage-seller: I will prosecute you for cowardice.
§369ἡ βύρσα σου θρανεύσεται.
Cleon: Your hide shall be stretched on the tanner's bench.
§370δερῶ σε θύλακον κλοπῆς.
Sausage-seller: I will flay you into a thief's bag.
§371διαπατταλευθήσει χαμαί.
Cleon: You shall be pegged out on the ground.
§372περικόμματʼ ἔκ σου σκευάσω.
Sausage-seller: I will make mincemeat out of you.
§373τὰς βλεφαρίδας σου παρατιλῶ.
Cleon: I will pluck out your eyelashes.
§374τὸν πρηγορεῶνά σοὐκτεμῶ.
Sausage-seller: I will cut out your crop.
§375καὶ νὴ Δίʼ ἐμβαλόντες αὐτῷ §376πάτταλον μαγειρικῶς §377ἐς τὸ στόμʼ, εἶτα δʼ ἔνδοθεν §378τὴν γλῶτταν ἐξείραντες αὐτοῦ §379σκεψόμεσθʼ εὖ κἀνδρικῶς §380κεχηνότος §381τὸν πρωκτὸν εἰ χαλαζᾷ.
Chorus: And by Zeus, having thrust into him a peg in the cook's fashion into the mouth, and then from within pulling out his tongue we will inspect well and manfully as he gapes, his rump, to see if it has measles.
There were then indeed other things hotter than fire, and in words, those in the city more impudent than the impudent ones.
And this business was then no trifling matter here; but go on and whirl him, do nothing small.
νῦν γὰρ ἔχεται μέσος· §388ὡς ἐὰν νυνὶ μαλάξῃς αὐτὸν ἐν τῇ προσβολῇ, §390δειλὸν εὑρήσεις· ἐγὼ γὰρ τοὺς τρόπους ἐπίσταμαι.
For now he is held by the waist; since if you soften him now in your assault, you will find him a coward; for I know his character.
Sausage-seller: But nevertheless, though this fellow has been such all his life, and yet he was thought to be a man, by reaping another's harvest.
And now those ears of corn, which he brought from there, he has bound in the stock to dry them and wants to sell them.
Cleon: I do not fear you, as long as the Council lives and the face of the People sits gaping like a fool.
Chorus: How impudent he is against everything, and does not change his present color.