Parodos
[Choral]
Shall I then ever see this?
465
Chorus.
Yea, so that many be always seated at your gates, wishing to communicate with you and come to a conference with you, to consult with you as to actions and affidavits of many talents, as is worthy of your abilities.
But attempt to teach the old man by degrees whatever you purpose, and scrutinize his intellect, and make trial of his mind.
Socrates.
Come now, tell me your own turn of mind; in order that, when I know of what sort it is, I may now, after this, apply to you new engines.
Strepsiades.
What? By the gods, do you purpose to besiege me?
Socrates.
No; I wish to briefly learn from you if you are possessed of a good memory.
Strepsiades.
In two ways, by Jove! If anything be owing to me, I have a very good memory; but if I owe unhappy man, I am very forgetful.
Socrates.
Is the power of speaking, pray, implanted in your nature?
Strepsiades.
Speaking is not in me, but cheating is.
Socrates.
How, then, will you be able to learn?
Strepsiades.
Excellently, of course.
Socrates.
Come, then, take care that, whenever I propound any clever dogma about abstruse matters, you catch it up immediately.
Strepsiades.
What then? Am I to feed upon wisdom like a dog?
Socrates.
This man is ignorant and brutish--I fear, old man, lest you will need blows. Come, let me see; what do you do if any one beat you?
Strepsiades.
I take the beating; and then, when I have waited a little while, I call witnesses to prove it; then again, after a short interval, I go to law.
Socrates.
Come, then, lay down your cloak.
Strepsiades.
Have I done any wrong?
Socrates.
No; but it is the rule to enter naked.
Strepsiades.
But I do not enter to search for stolen goods.
Socrates.
Lay it down. Why do you talk nonsense?
500
Strepsiades.
The Greek here splits this line: (500b) Strep.: εἰπὲ δή νύν μοι· | (500c) Socr.: τὸ τί; | (501) Strep.: ἢν ἐπιμελὴς ὦ καὶ ... Now tell me this, pray.
500
If I be diligent and learn zealously, to which of your disciples shall I become like?
Socrates.
You will no way differ from Chaerephon in intellect.
Strepsiades.
Ah me, unhappy! I shall become half-dead.
Socrates.
Don’t chatter; but quickly follow me hither with smartness.
505
Strepsiades.
Then give me first into my hands a honeyed cake; for I am afraid of descending within, as if into the cave of Trophonius.
Socrates.
Proceed; why do you keep poking about the door?
[Parabasis]
Well, go in peace, for the sake of this your valour. May prosperity attend the man, because, being advanced into the vale of years,
510
Chorus.
he imbues his intellect with modern subjects, and cultivates wisdom!
515
Spectators, I will freely declare to you the truth, by Bacchus, who nurtured me!
