§14.1ΔΩΡΙΩΝ
Νῦν με ἀποκλείεις, ὦ Μυρτάλη, νῦν, ὅτε πένης ἐγενόμην διὰ σέ, ὅτε δέ σοι τοσαῦτα ἐκόμιζον, ἐρώμενος, ἀνήρ, δεσπότης, πάντ' ἦν ἐγώ.
DORION Now you shut me out, Myrtale, now, when I have become poor because of you, whereas when I used to bring you so many things, I was your beloved, your husband, your master, I was everything.
ἐπεὶ δ’ ἐγὼ μὲν αὖος ἤδη ἀκριβῶς, σὺ δὲ τὸν Βιθυνὸν ἔμπορον εὕρηκας ἐραστήν, ἀποκλείομαι μὲν ἐγὼ καὶ πρὸ τῶν θυρῶν ἕστηκα δακρύων, ὁ δὲ τῶν νυκτῶν φιλεῖται καὶ μόνος ἔνδον ἐστὶ καὶ παννυχίζεται, καὶ κυεῖν φῂς ἀπ' αὐτοῦ.
But since I am now completely dry, and you have found the Bithynian merchant as a lover, I am shut out and stand crying before your doors, while he is loved at night and is alone inside and spends the whole night with you, and you say you are pregnant by him.
ΜΥΡΤΑΛΗ
Ταῦτά με ἀποπνίγει, Δωρίων, μάλιστα ὁπόταν λέγῃς ὡς πολλὰ ἔδωκας καὶ πένης γεγένησαι δι’ ἐμέ.
MYRTALE These things choke me, Dorion, especially when you say you gave so much and have become poor because of me.
λόγισαι γοῦν ἅπαντα ἐξ ἀρχῆς ὁπόσα μοι ἐκόμισας.
At any rate, calculate from the beginning everything you brought me.
§14.2ΔΩΡΙΩΝ
Εὖ γε, ὦ Μυρτάλη, λογισώμεθα.
DORION Well then, Myrtale, let us calculate.
ὑποδήματα ἐκ Σικυῶνος τὸ πρῶτον δύο δραχμῶν· τίθει δύο δραχμάς.
First, shoes from Sicyon for two drachmas; put down two drachmas.
ΜΥΡΤΑΛΗ
Ἀλλ' ἐκοιμήθης νύκτας δύο.
MYRTALE But you slept here for two nights.
ΔΩΡΙΩΝ
Καὶ ὁπότε ἧκον ἐκ Συρίας, ἀλάβαστρον μύρου ἐκ Φοινίκης, δύο καὶ τοῦτο δραχμῶν νὴ τὸν Ποσειδῶ.
DORION And when I came back from Syria, an alabaster jar of perfume from Phoenicia, this too for two drachmas, by Poseidon.
ΜΥΡΤΑΛΗ
Ἐγὼ δέ σοι ἐκπλέοντι τὸ μικρὸν ἐκεῖνο χιτώνιον τὸ μέχρι τῶν μηρῶν, ὡς ἔχοις ἐρέττων, Ἐπιούρου τοῦ πρωρέως ἐκλαθομένου αὐτὸ παρ' ἡμῖν, ὁπότε ἐκάθευδε παρ' ἐμοί.
MYRTALE And I, when you were sailing out, gave you that little tunic reaching to the thighs, so that you might have it while rowing, after Epiouros the bow-watchman had forgotten it at our place when he slept with me.
ΔΩΡΙΩΝ
Ἀπέλαβεν αὐτὸ γνωρίσας ὁ Ἐπίουρος πρῴην ἐν Σάμῳ μετὰ πολλῆς γε, ὦ θεοί, τῆς μάχης.
DORION Epiouros took it back, recognizing it lately in Samos, and with a great fight too, by the gods.
κρόμμυα δὲ ἐκ Κύπρου καὶ σαπέρδας πέντε καὶ πέρκας τέτταρας, ὁπότε κατεπλεύσαμεν ἐκ Βοσπόρου, ἐκόμισά σοι.
And onions from Cyprus, and five dried fish, and four perch, when we sailed in from the Bosporus, I brought to you.
τί οὖν;
What then?
καὶ ἄρτους ὀκτὼ ναυτικοὺς ἐν γυργάθῳ ξηροὺς καὶ ἰσχάδων βῖκον ἐκ Καρίας καὶ ὕστερον ἐκ Πατάρων σανδάλια ἐπίχρυσα, ὦ ἀχάριστε· καὶ τυρόν ποτε μέμνημαι τὸν μέγαν ἐκ Γυθίου.
And eight ship's biscuits in a basket, dry, and a jar of figs from Caria, and later from Patara golden sandals, you ungrateful girl; and once, I remember, a big cheese from Gythium.
ΜΥΡΤΑΛΗ
Πέντε ἴσως δραχμῶν, ὦ Δωρίων, πάντα ταῦτα.
MYRTALE Five drachmas perhaps, Dorion, all these things together.
§14.3ΔΩΡΙΩΝ
Ὦ Μυρτάλη, ὅσα ναύτης ἄνθρωπος ἐδυνάμην μισθοῦ ἐπιπλέων.
DORION Myrtale, as much as a sailor could who was sailing for hire.
νῦν γὰρ ἤδη τοίχου ἄρχω τοῦ δεξιοῦ καὶ σὺ ἡμῶν ὑπερορᾷς, πρῴην δὲ ὁπότε τὰ Ἀφροδίσια ἦν, οὐχὶ δραχμὴν ἔθηκα πρὸ τοῖν ποδοῖν τῆς Ἀφροδίτης σοῦ ἕνεκεν ἀργυρᾶν;
For now indeed I rule the right-hand side, and yet you look down on us; and lately, when the Aphrodisia was celebrated, did I not place a silver drachma before the feet of Aphrodite for your sake?
καὶ πάλιν τῇ μητρὶ εἰς ὑποδήματα δύο δραχμὰς καὶ Λυδῇ ταύτῃ πολλάκις εἰς τὴν χεῖρα νῦν μὲν δύο, νῦν δὲ τέτταρας ὀβολούς.
And again, two drachmas for your mother for her shoes, and for Lyde here, many times into her hand, now two, now four obols.
ταῦτα πάντα συντεθέντα οὐσία ναύτου ἀνδρὸς ἦν.
All these added together were the fortune of a sailor.
ΜΥΡΤΑΛΗ
Τὰ κρόμμυα καὶ οἱ σαπέρδαι, ὦ Δωρίων;
MYRTALE The onions and the dried fish, Dorion?
ΔΩΡΙΩΝ
Ναί· οὐ γὰρ εἶχον πλείω κομίζειν· οὐ γὰρ ἂν ἤρεττον, εἴ γε πλουτῶν ἐτύγχανον.
DORION Yes, for I had nothing more to bring; for I would not be rowing if I happened to be rich.
τῇ μητρὶ δὲ οὐδὲ κεφαλίδα μίαν σκορόδου ἐκόμισα πώποτε.
And to my own mother I have never brought even a single head of garlic.
ἡδέως δ’ ἂν ἔμαθον ἅτινά σοι παρὰ Βιθυνοῦ τὰ δῶρα.
But I would gladly learn what gifts you have from the Bithynian.
ΜΥΡΤΑΛΗ
Τουτὶ πρῶτον ὁρᾷς τὸ χιτώνιον;
MYRTALE First, do you see this tunic?
ἐκεῖνος ἐπρίατο, καὶ τὸν ὅρμον τὸν παχύτερον.
He bought it, and this thicker necklace.
ΔΩΡΙΩΝ
Ἐκεῖνος;
DORION He?
ᾔδειν γάρ σε πάλαι ἔχουσαν.
For I knew you had it long ago.
ΜΥΡΤΑΛΗ
Ἀλλ' ὃν ᾔδεις, πολὺ λεπτότερος ἦν καὶ σμαράγδους οὐκ εἶχε.
MYRTALE But the one you knew was much thinner and had no emeralds.
καὶ ἐλλόβια ταυτὶ καὶ δάπιδα, καὶ πρῴην δύο μνᾶς, καὶ τὸ ἐνοίκιον κατέβαλεν ὑπὲρ ἡμῶν, οὐ σάνδαλα Παταρικὰ καὶ τυρὸν Γυθιακὸν καὶ φληνάφους.
And these earrings and carpets, and lately two minas, and he paid the rent for us, not Patarian sandals and Gythian cheese and nonsense.
§14.4ΔΩΡΙΩΝ
Ἀλλὰ ἐκεῖνο οὐ λέγεις, οἵῳ ὄντι συγκαθεύδεις αὐτῷ;
DORION But you do not say what kind of man he is with whom you sleep.
ἔτη μὲν ὑπὲρ τὰ πεντήκοντα πάντως, ἀναφαλαντίας καὶ τὴν χρόαν οἷος κάραβος.
He is certainly over fifty years old, bald-headed, and his complexion is like a lobster.
οὐδὲ τοὺς ὀδόντας αὐτοῦ ὁρᾷς;
Do you not even see his teeth?
αἱ μὲν γὰρ χάριτες, ὦ Διοσκόρω, πολλαί, καί μάλιστα ὁπόταν ᾄδῃ καὶ ἁβρὸς εἶναι θέλῃ, ὄνος αὐτολυρίζων, φασίν.
As for his charms, by the Dioscuri, they are many, and especially when he sings and wishes to be elegant—an ass playing the lyre, as they say.
ἀλλὰ ὄναιο αὐτοῦ ἀξία γε οὖσα καὶ γένοιτο ὑμῖν παιδίον ὅμοιον τῷ πατρί, ἐγὼ δὲ καὶ αὐτὸς εὑρήσω Δελφίδα ἢ Κυμβάλιόν τινα τῶν κατ' ἐμὲ ἢ τὴν γείτονα ὑμῶν τὴν αὐλητρίδα ἢ πάντως τινά.
But may you enjoy him, being worthy of him, and may you have a child like its father; as for me, I too will find Delphis or some Cymbalion of my own sort, or your neighbor the flute-girl, or at any rate someone.
δάπιδας δὲ καὶ ὅρμους καὶ διμναῖα μισθώματα οὐ πάντες ἔχομεν.
For carpets and necklaces and two-mina fees are not what we all have.
ΜΥΡΤΑΛΗ
Ὦ μακαρία ἐκείνη, ἥτις ἐραστὴν σέ, ὦ Δωρίων, ἕξει· κρόμμυα γὰρ αὐτῇ οἴσεις ἐκ Κύπρου καὶ τυρόν, ὅταν ἐκ Γυθίου καταπλέῃς.
MYRTALE Happy is she who will have you as a lover, Dorion; for you will bring her onions from Cyprus and cheese when you sail home from Gythium.