And I dance the mothon for joy, and sing at the top of my voice,
Ah! by Demeter! if I do not kill and devour you, may I die!
If you do not devour me? and I, if I do not drink your blood to
the last drop, and then burst with indigestion.
I, I will strangle you, I swear it by the front seat which Pylos
By the front seat! Ah! Ah! might I see you fall into the
By heaven! I will put you to the torture.
What a lively wit! Come, what's the best to give you to eat?
What do you prefer? A purse?
I will tear out your insides with my nails.
And I will cut off your victuals at the Prytaneum.
I will haul you before Demos, who will mete out justice to you.
And I too will drag you before him and belch forth more
calumnies than you. Why, poor fool, he does not believe you, whereas I
play with him at will.
Is then Demos your property, your contemptible creature?
It's because I know the dishes that please him.
And these are little mouthfuls, which you serve to him like a
clever nurse. You chew the pieces and place some in small quantities
in his mouth, while you swallow three parts yourself.
Thanks to my skill, I know exactly how to enlarge or contract this
My arse is just as clever.
Well, my friend, you tricked me at the Senate, but take care!
Let us go before Demos.
That's easily done; come, let's do it right away.
Oh, Demos! Come, I adjure you to help me, my father I
SAUSAGE-SELLER (more loudly)
Come, oh, my dear little Demos; come and see how I am insulted.
DEMOS (coming out of his house followed by DEMOSTHENES)
What a hubhub! To the Devil with you, bawlers! Alas! my olive
branch, which they have torn down! Ah! it's you, Paphlagonian. And
who, pray, has been maltreating you?
You are the cause of this man and these young people having
covered me with blows.
Because you love me passionately, Demos.
DEMOS (to the SAUSAGE-SELLER)
And you, who are you?