(AESCHYLUS) For he was speaking to the dead, you miserable wretch, to whom we cannot reach even when we speak three times.
§1177σὺ δὲ πῶς ἐποίεις τοὺς προλόγους;
(DIONYSUS) And how did you write your prologues?
§1177bἐγὼ φράσω.
(EURIPIDES) I will tell you.
And if I say the same thing twice anywhere, or if you see any padding inside that is outside the plot, spit on me.
(DIONYSUS) Come then, speak; for there is nothing for me but to hear the correctness of the verses of your prologues.
(EURIPIDES) "Oedipus was at first a fortunate man—" (AESCHYLUS) By Zeus, not at all!
Rather, unfortunate by nature, since, before he was born, yes, even before he was conceived, Apollo said he would kill his father.
§1186πῶς οὗτος ἦν τὸ πρῶτον εὐδαίμων ἀνήρ;
How was this man at first a fortunate man?
(EURIPIDES) "Then he became in turn the most miserable of mortals." (AESCHYLUS) By Zeus, not at all! Rather, he never ceased being so.
§1189πῶς γάρ;
For how so?
ὅτε δὴ πρῶτον μὲν αὐτὸν γενόμενον §1190χειμῶνος ὄντος ἐξέθεσαν ἐν ὀστράκῳ, §1191ἵνα μὴ ʼκτραφεὶς γένοιτο τοῦ πατρὸς φονεύς· §1192εἶθʼ ὡς Πόλυβον ἤρρησεν οἰδῶν τὼ πόδε· §1193ἔπειτα γραῦν ἔγημεν αὐτὸς ὢν νέος §1194καὶ πρός γε τούτοις τὴν ἑαυτοῦ μητέρα· §1195εἶτʼ ἐξετύφλωσεν αὑτόν.
Seeing that, in the first place, when he was born, in the depth of winter, they exposed him in an earthen pot, so that he might not grow up to be his father's murderer; then he dragged himself to Polybus with both feet swollen; then, being himself a young man, he married an old woman, and moreover, his own mother; then he blinded himself.
(DIONYSUS) A fortunate man he was, then, if he also served as general along with Erasinides.
§1197ληρεῖς·
(EURIPIDES) You are talking nonsense.
ἐγὼ δὲ τοὺς προλόγους καλοὺς ποιῶ.
But I write beautiful prologues.
§1198καὶ μὴν μὰ τὸν Δίʼ οὐ κατʼ ἔπος γέ σου κνίσω §1199τὸ ῥῆμʼ ἕκαστον, ἀλλὰ σὺν τοῖσιν θεοῖς §1200ἀπὸ ληκυθίου σου τοὺς προλόγους διαφθερῶ.
(AESCHYLUS) And yet, by Zeus, I will not nibble at your phrases line by line, but with the help of the gods, I will destroy your prologues with a little oil-flask.
§1201ἀπὸ ληκυθίου σὺ τοὺς ἐμούς;
(EURIPIDES) You, destroy my prologues with a little oil-flask?
§1201bἑνὸς μόνου.
(AESCHYLUS) With only one.
§1202ποιεῖς γὰρ οὕτως ὥστʼ ἐναρμόττειν ἅπαν, §1203καὶ κῳδάριον καὶ ληκύθιον καὶ θύλακον, §1204ἐν τοῖς ἰαμβείοισι.
For you write in such a way that anything fits into your iambics— a fleece, a little oil-flask, or a little bag.
δείξω δʼ αὐτίκα.
I will show you right away.
§1205ἰδού, σὺ δείξεις;
(EURIPIDES) Look, you will show me?
§1205bφημί.
(AESCHYLUS) Yes, I say so.
§1205cκαὶ δὴ χρὴ λέγειν.
(DIONYSUS) And indeed, you must recite.
§1206Αἴγυπτος, ὡς ὁ πλεῖστος ἔσπαρται λόγος, §1207ξὺν παισὶ πεντήκοντα ναυτίλῳ πλάτῃ §1208Ἄργος κατασχών— §1208bληκύθιον ἀπώλεσεν.
(EURIPIDES) "Aegyptus, as the most widespread story goes, having put in at Argos with fifty sons by maritime oar—" (AESCHYLUS) —lost his little oil-flask.
§1209τουτὶ τί ἦν τὸ ληκύθιον;
(DIONYSUS) What on earth was this little oil-flask?
οὐ κλαύσεται;
Won't he go weep for it?
§1210λέγʼ ἕτερον αὐτῷ πρόλογον, ἵνα καὶ γνῶ πάλιν.
Recite another prologue to him, so that I may understand it again.
§1211Διόνυσος, ὃς θύρσοισι καὶ νεβρῶν δοραῖς §1212καθαπτὸς ἐν πεύκαισι Παρνασσὸν κάτα §1213πηδᾷ χορεύων
— §1213bληκύθιον ἀπώλεσεν.
(EURIPIDES) "Dionysus, who, clad in thyrsus-staves and fawnskins, leaps dancing amid the pines along Parnassus—" (AESCHYLUS) —lost his little oil-flask.
§1214οἴμοι πεπλήγμεθʼ αὖθις ὑπὸ τῆς ληκύθου.
(DIONYSUS) Alas, we have been struck again by the oil-flask!
(EURIPIDES) But it will be nothing; for to this prologue he will not be able to attach the oil-flask.
§1217οὐκ ἔστιν ὅστις πάντʼ ἀνὴρ εὐδαιμονεῖ· §1218ἢ γὰρ πεφυκὼς ἐσθλὸς οὐκ ἔχει βίον, §1219ἢ δυσγενὴς ὤν
— §1219bληκύθιον ἀπώλεσεν.
"There is no man who is fortunate in all things; for either, being noble by birth, he lacks a livelihood, or being of low birth—" (AESCHYLUS) —lost his little oil-flask.
§1220cὑφέσθαι μοι δοκεῖ·
(DIONYSUS) I think you should lower your sails.
§1221τὸ ληκύθιον γὰρ τοῦτο πνευσεῖται πολύ.
For this little oil-flask will blow a gale.
§1222οὐδʼ ἂν μὰ τὴν Δήμητρα φροντίσαιμί γε·
(EURIPIDES) By Demeter, I would not care at all!
§1223νυνὶ γὰρ αὐτοῦ τοῦτό γʼ ἐκκεκόψεται.
For now this very thing will be knocked out of his hand.
§1224ἴθι δὴ λέγʼ ἕτερον κἀπέχου τῆς ληκύθου.
(DIONYSUS) Come then, recite another, and keep clear of the oil-flask.
"Cadmus having once left the Sidonian city, the son of Agenor—" (AESCHYLUS) —lost his little oil-flask.
(DIONYSUS) My good man, buy off the oil-flask, so that he may not ruin our prologues!
§1228bτὸ τί;
(EURIPIDES) What's that?
§1229ἐγὼ πρίωμαι τῷδʼ;
Am I to buy from him?
§1229bἐὰν πείθῃ γʼ ἐμοί.
(DIONYSUS) Yes, if you take my advice.
(EURIPIDES) Certainly not, since I shall have many prologues to recite, where he will not be able to attach a little oil-flask.
"Pelops, the son of Tantalus, having come to Pisa with swift horses—" (AESCHYLUS) —lost his little oil-flask.
§1234ὁρᾷς, προσῆψεν αὖθις αὖ τὴν λήκυθον.
(DIONYSUS) You see, he attached the oil-flask once again.
But, my good friend, even now, buy it off by all means; for you will get a very fine and good one for an obol.
§1237μὰ τὸν Δίʼ οὔπω γʼ·
(EURIPIDES) By Zeus, not yet!
ἔτι γὰρ εἰσί μοι συχνοί.
For I still have plenty of them.
"Oeneus once from the land—" (AESCHYLUS) —lost his little oil-flask.
§1239ἔασον εἰπεῖν πρῶθʼ ὅλον με τὸν στίχον.
(EURIPIDES) Let me say the whole line first.
"Oeneus once, having received a bountiful harvest of grain from the land, sacrificing the first-fruits—" (AESCHYLUS) —lost his little oil-flask.
§1242μεταξὺ θύων;
(DIONYSUS) While sacrificing?
καὶ τίς αὔθʼ ὑφείλετο;
And who stole it from him?
§1243ἔα αὐτὸν ὦ τᾶν· πρὸς τοδὶ γὰρ εἰπάτω.
(EURIPIDES) Let him be, my friend; let him try it against this next one.
§1244Ζεύς, ὡς λέλεκται τῆς ἀληθείας ὕπο
— §1245ἀπολεῖ σʼ· ἐρεῖ γάρ,
ληκύθιον ἀπώλεσεν. §1246τὸ ληκύθιον γὰρ τοῦτʼ ἐπὶ τοῖς προλόγοισί σου §1247ὥσπερ τὰ σῦκʼ ἐπὶ τοῖσιν ὀφθαλμοῖς ἔφυ.
"Zeus, as has been said by Truth—" (DIONYSUS) He will ruin you; for he will say, 'lost his little oil-flask.' For this little oil-flask grows upon your prologues just like warts on people's eyes.
§1248ἀλλʼ ἐς τὰ μέλη πρὸς τῶν θεῶν αὐτοῦ τραποῦ.
But by the gods, turn to his lyric songs.
(EURIPIDES) And indeed I have the means by which I will show him to be a bad song-maker, and always doing the same things.
§1251τί ποτε πρᾶγμα γενήσεται;
(CHORUS) What on earth will happen?