Parodos
Strepsiades.
Καρδόπη in the feminine?
Socrates.
For so you speak it rightly.
Strepsiades.
But that would make it καρδόπη, Κλεωνύμη.
680
Socrates.
You must learn one thing more about names, what are masculine and what of them are feminine.
Strepsiades.
I know what are female.
Strepsiades.
Lysilla, Philinna, Clitagora, Demetria.
Socrates.
What names are masculine?
685
Strepsiades.
Thousands; Philoxenus, Melesias, Amynias.
685
Socrates.
But, you wretch! These are not masculine.
Strepsiades.
Are they not males with you?
Socrates.
By no means; for how would you call Amynias, if you met him?
Strepsiades.
How would I call? Thus: Come hither, come hither Amynia!
690
Socrates.
Do you see? You call Amynias a woman.
Strepsiades.
Is it not then with justice, who does not serve in the army? But why should I learn these things, that we all know?
Socrates.
It is no use, by Jupiter! Having reclined yourself down here-
Strepsiades.
What must I do?
Socrates.
Think out some of your own affairs.
695
Strepsiades.
Not here, pray, I beseech you; but, if I must, suffer me to excogitate these very things on the ground.
Socrates.
There is no other way.
Strepsiades.
Unfortunate man that I am! What a penalty shall I this day pay to the bugs!
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Now meditate and examine closely; and roll yourself about in every way, having wrapped yourself up; and quickly, when you fall into a difficulty, spring to another
700
Chorus.
mental contrivance. But let delightful sleep be absent from your eyes.
705
Strepsiades.
Attatai! Attatai!
Chorus.
What ails you? Why are you distressed?
Strepsiades.
Wretched man, I am perishing! The Corinthians, coming out from the bed, are biting me, and devouring my sides, and drinking up my life-blood, and tearing away my flesh, and digging through my vitals, and will annihilate me.
Chorus.
Do not now be very grievously distressed.
Strepsiades.
Why, how, when my money is gone, my complexion gone, my life gone, and my slipper gone?
And furthermore in addition to these evils, with singing the night-watches, I am almost gone myself.
720
Socrates.
Ho you! What are you about? Are you not meditating?
