§84ἐπεὶ καταπύγων ἐστὶν ὅ γε Φιλόξενος. §85ἄλλως φλυαρεῖτʼ· οὐ γὰρ ἐξευρήσετε. §86εἰ δὴ ʼπιθυμεῖτʼ εἰδέναι, σιγᾶτε νῦν. §87φράσω γὰρ ἤδη τὴν νόσον τοῦ δεσπότου. §88φιληλιαστής ἐστιν ὡς οὐδεὶς ἀνήρ, §89ἐρᾷ τε τούτου, τοῦ δικάζειν, καὶ στένει §90ἢν μὴ ʼπὶ τοῦ πρώτου καθίζηται ξύλου. §91ὕπνου δʼ ὁρᾷ τῆς νυκτὸς οὐδὲ πασπάλην. §92ἢν δʼ οὖν καταμύσῃ κἂν ἄχνην, ὅμως ἐκεῖ §93ὁ νοῦς πέτεται τὴν νύκτα περὶ τὴν κλεψύδραν. §94ὑπὸ τοῦ δὲ τὴν ψῆφόν γʼ ἔχειν εἰωθέναι §95τοὺς τρεῖς ξυνέχων τῶν δακτύλων ἀνίσταται, §96ὥσπερ λιβανωτὸν ἐπιτιθεὶς νουμηνίᾳ. §97καὶ νὴ Δίʼ ἢν ἴδῃ γέ που γεγραμμένον §98υἱὸν Πυριλάμπους ἐν θύρᾳ Δῆμον καλόν, §99ἰὼν παρέγραψε πλησίον
κημὸς καλός. §100τὸν ἀλεκτρυόνα δʼ, ὃς ᾖδʼ ἀφʼ ἑσπέρας, ἔφη §101ὄψʼ ἐξεγείρειν αὐτὸν ἀναπεπεισμένον, §102παρὰ τῶν ὑπευθύνων ἔχοντα χρήματα. §103εὐθὺς δʼ ἀπὸ δορπηστοῦ κέκραγεν ἐμβάδας, §104κἄπειτʼ ἐκεῖσʼ ἐλθὼν προκαθεύδει πρῲ πάνυ, §105ὥσπερ λεπὰς προσεχόμενος τῷ κίονι. §106ὑπὸ δυσκολίας δʼ ἅπασι τιμῶν τὴν μακρὰν §107ὥσπερ μέλιττʼ ἢ βομβυλιὸς εἰσέρχεται §108ὑπὸ τοῖς ὄνυξι κηρὸν ἀναπεπλασμένος. §109ψήφων δὲ δείσας μὴ δεηθείη ποτέ, §110ἵνʼ ἔχοι δικάζειν, αἰγιαλὸν ἔνδον τρέφει. §111τοιαῦτʼ ἀλύει· νουθετούμενος δʼ ἀεὶ §112μᾶλλον δικάζει.
Since that Philoxenus indeed is thoroughly lecherous.\n You are talking nonsense in vain; for you will not find it out.\n If indeed you desire to know, be silent now.\n For I will tell you now the disease of my master.\n He is a court-lover as no other man is,\n and he passionately loves this, namely to judge, and he groans\n if he does not sit on the very first bench.\n And he does not see even a speck of sleep at night.\n If indeed he closes his eyes even a tiny bit, nevertheless there\n his mind flies during the night around the clepsydra.\n And because of being accustomed to holding the voting-pebble,\n he rises pressing his three fingers together,\n just like someone offering incense at the new moon.\n And by Zeus, if he should see written somewhere\n "Demos, the son of Pyrilampes, is beautiful" on a door,\n he goes and writes beside it "The voting-funnel is beautiful."\n And as for the rooster that crowed from evening, he said\n that it woke him up late because it had been bribed,\n having received money from those subject to audit.\n And straightway from dinner-time he shouts for his shoes,\n and then, having gone there, he sleeps beforehand very early in the morning,\n clinging like a limpet to the column.\n And out of grumpiness, marking the long line of condemnation for everyone,\n he enters like a bee or a bumblebee,\n with wax plastered under his fingernails.\n And fearing lest he should ever run out of voting-pebbles,\n so that he might be able to judge, he keeps a beach inside.\n In such a way he raves; and whenever he is admonished,\n he judges all the more.
τοῦτον οὖν φυλάττομεν §113μοχλοῖσιν ἐνδήσαντες, ὡς ἂν μὴ ʼξίῃ. §114ὁ γὰρ υἱὸς αὐτοῦ τὴν νόσον βαρέως φέρει. §115καὶ πρῶτα μὲν λόγοισι παραμυθούμενος §116ἀνέπειθεν αὐτὸν μὴ φορεῖν τριβώνιον §117μηδʼ ἐξιέναι θύραζʼ, ὁ δʼ οὐκ ἐπείθετο. §118εἶτʼ αὐτὸν ἀπέλου κἀκάθαιρʼ, ὁ δʼ οὐ μάλα. §119μετὰ τοῦτʼ ἐκορυβάντιζʼ, ὁ δʼ αὐτῷ τυμπάνῳ §120ᾄξας ἐδίκαζεν ἐς τὸ καινὸν ἐμπεσών. §121ὅτε δῆτα ταύταις ταῖς τελεταῖς οὐκ ὠφέλει, §122διέπλευσεν εἰς Αἴγιναν, εἶτα ξυλλαβὼν §123νύκτωρ κατέκλινεν αὐτὸν εἰς Ἀσκληπιοῦ, §124ὁ δʼ ἀνεφάνη κνεφαῖος ἐπὶ τῇ κιγκλίδι. §125ἐντεῦθεν οὐκέτʼ αὐτὸν ἐξεφρίεμεν, §126ὁ δʼ ἐξεδίδρασκε διά τε τῶν ὑδρορροῶν §127καὶ τῶν ὀπῶν· ἡμεῖς δʼ ὅσʼ ἦν τετρημένα §128ἐνεβύσαμεν ῥακίοισι κἀπακτώσαμεν, §129ὁ δʼ ὡσπερεὶ κολοιὸς αὑτῷ παττάλους §130ἐνέκρουεν ἐς τὸν τοῖχον, εἶτʼ ἐξήλλετο. §131ἡμεῖς δὲ τὴν αὐλὴν ἅπασαν δικτύοις §132καταπετάσαντες ἐν κύκλῳ φυλάττομεν. §133ἔστιν δʼ ὄνομα τῷ μὲν γέροντι Φιλοκλέων §134ναὶ μὰ Δία, τῷ δʼ υἱεῖ γε τῳδὶ Βδελυκλέων, §135ἔχων τρόπους φρυαγμοσεμνάκους τίνας. §136ὦ Ξανθία καὶ Σωσία, καθεύδετε; §137οἴμοι. §137bτί ἔστι; §137cΒδελυκλέων ἀνίσταται. §138οὐ περιδραμεῖται σφῷν ταχέως δεῦρʼ ἅτερος; §139ὁ γὰρ πατὴρ ἐς τὸν ἰπνὸν εἰσελήλυθε §140καὶ μυσπολεῖ τι καταδεδυκώς.
Therefore we guard him,\n having bound him with bars, so that he may not go out.\n For his son bears the disease heavily.\n And first indeed, consoling him with words,\n he tried to persuade him not to wear a coarse cloak,\n nor to go out of doors, but he would not be persuaded.\n Then he washed and purified him, but it had little effect.\n After this, he initiated him into the Corybantic rites, but he, with the very drum,\n having rushed out, was judging, falling into the New Court.\n When indeed he did not benefit from these rites,\n he sailed across to Aegina, and then, taking him,\n he laid him down at night in the temple of Asclepius,\n but he appeared at dawn at the lattice-gate of the court.\n From then on we did not let him out anymore,\n but he kept escaping through the gutters\n and the holes; and we, as many as were pierced,\n stuffed them with rags and blocked them up,\n but he, like a jackdaw, was driving pegs into the wall\n for himself, and then jumping out.\n And we, having spread nets over the whole courtyard\n in a circle, keep guard.\n And the name of the old man is Philocleon,\n yes by Zeus, and that of this son here is Bdelycleon,\n having certain arrogant and pompous manners.\n Hey, Xanthias and Sosias, are you sleeping?\n Oh dear!\n What is it?\n Bdelycleon is getting up.\n Will not one of you two run quickly over here?\n For my father has gone into the kitchen-oven\n and is acting like a mouse, having crept down.
ἀλλʼ ἄθρει §141κατὰ τῆς πυέλου τὸ τρῆμʼ ὅπως μὴ ʼκδύσεται· §142σὺ δὲ τῇ θύρᾳ πρόσκεισο. §142bταῦτʼ ὦ δέσποτα. §143ἄναξ Πόσειδον τί ποτʼ ἄρʼ ἡ κάπνη ψοφεῖ; §144οὗτος τίς εἶ σύ; §144bκαπνὸς ἔγωγʼ ἐξέρχομαι. §145καπνός;
But watch out\n at the hole of the bathtub, lest he slip out;\n and you, press against the door.\n Right away, master!\n Lord Poseidon! What ever is making a noise in the chimney?\n Hey, who are you?\n I am smoke, coming out.\n Smoke?
φέρʼ ἴδω ξύλου τίνος σύ. §145bσυκίνου. §146νὴ τὸν Δίʼ ὅσπερ γʼ ἐστὶ δριμύτατος καπνῶν. §147ἀτὰρ οὐκέτʼ ἐρρήσεις γε, ποῦ ʼσθʼ ἡ τηλία; §148δύου πάλιν· φέρʼ ἐπαναθῶ σοι καὶ ξύλον. §149ἐνταῦθά νυν ζήτει τινʼ ἀλλην μηχανήν. §150ἀτὰρ ἄθλιός γʼ εἴιμʼ ὡς ἕτερός γʼ οὐδεὶς ἀνήρ, §151ὅστις πατρὸς νυνὶ Καπνίου κεκλήσομαι. §152ὅδε τὴν θύραν ὠθεῖ· §152bπιέζέ νυν σφόδρα, §153εὖ κἀνδρικῶς· κἀγὼ γὰρ ἐνταῦθʼ ἔρχομαι. §154καὶ τῆς κατακλῇδος ἐπιμελοῦ, καὶ τοῦ μοχλοῦ §155φύλατθʼ ὅπως μὴ τὴν βάλανον ἐκτρώξεται. §156τί δράσετʼ; οὐκ ἐκφρήσετʼ ὦ μιαρώτατοι §157δικάσοντά μʼ, ἀλλʼ ἐκφεύξεται Δρακοντίδης; §158σὺ δὲ τοῦτο βαρέως ἂν φέροις; §158bὁ γὰρ θεὸς §159μαντευομένῳ μοὔχρησεν ἐν Δελφοῖς ποτέ, §160ὅταν τις ἐκφύγῃ μʼ ἀποσκλῆναι τότε. §161Ἄπολλον ἀποτρόπαιε τοῦ μαντεύματος. §162ἴθʼ ἀντιβολῶ σʼ ἔκφρες με, μὴ διαρραγῶ.
Let me see what kind of wood you are.\n Fig-wood.\n By Zeus, which is indeed the sharpest of smokes!\n But you shall no longer escape; where is the cover?\n Go back in; let me also put a log on you.\n Now seek some other device there.\n But indeed I am wretched as no other man is,\n who shall now be called the son of Smokey.\n He is pushing the door!\n Press hard then,\n well and manfully! For I too am coming there.\n And take care of the bolt, and watch the bar\n lest he gnaw off the pin.\n What will you do? Will you not let me out, you most abominable wretches,\n so that I may judge? Shall Dracontides escape?\n Would you take this so heavily?\n For the god\n once prophesied to me when I consulted the oracle in Delphi,\n that whenever someone escapes me, I should then wither away.\n Apollo, averter of evil, what an oracle!\n Come, I beseech you, let me out, lest I burst.