THE BIRDS

EUELPIDES (_to his jay_).[175] Do you think I should walk straight for

yon tree?

PISTHETAERUS (_to his crow_). Cursed beast, what are you croaking to

me?... to retrace my steps?

EUELPIDES. Why, you wretch, we are wandering at random, we are exerting

ourselves only to return to the same spot; 'tis labour lost.

PISTHETAERUS. To think that I should trust to this crow, which has made

me cover more than a thousand furlongs!

EUELPIDES. And I to this jay, who has torn every nail from my fingers!

PISTHETAERUS. If only I knew where we were. . . .

EUELPIDES. Could you find your country again from here?

PISTHETAERUS. No, I feel quite sure I could not, any more than could

Execestides[176] find his.

EUELPIDES. Oh dear! oh dear!

PISTHETAERUS. Aye, aye, my friend, 'tis indeed the road of "oh dears" we

are following.

EUELPIDES. That Philocrates, the bird-seller, played us a scurvy trick,

when he pretended these two guides could help us to find Tereus,[177] the

Epops, who is a bird, without being born of one. He has indeed sold us

this jay, a true son of Tharelides,[178] for an obolus, and this crow for

three, but what can they do? Why, nothing whatever but bite and

scratch!--What's the matter with you then, that you keep opening your

beak? Do you want us to fling ourselves headlong down these rocks? There

is no road that way.

PISTHETAERUS. Not even the vestige of a track in any direction.

EUELPIDES. And what does the crow say about the road to follow?

PISTHETAERUS. By Zeus, it no longer croaks the same thing it did.

EUELPIDES. And which way does it tell us to go now?

PISTHETAERUS. It says that, by dint of gnawing, it will devour my

fingers.

EUELPIDES. What misfortune is ours! we strain every nerve to get to the

birds,[179] do everything we can to that end, and we cannot find our way!

Yes, spectators, our madness is quite different to that of Sacas. He is

not a citizen, and would fain be one at any cost; we, on the contrary,

born of an honourable tribe and family and living in the midst of our

fellow-citizens, we have fled from our country as hard as ever we could

go. 'Tis not that we hate it; we recognize it to be great and rich,

likewise that everyone has the right to ruin himself; but the crickets

only chirrup among the fig-trees for a month or two, whereas the

Athenians spend their whole lives in chanting forth judgments from their

law courts.[180] That is why we started off with a basket, a stew-pot and

some myrtle boughs[181] and have come to seek a quiet country in which to

settle. We are going to Tereus, the Epops, to learn from him, whether, in

his aerial flights, he has noticed some town of this kind.

PISTHETAERUS. Here! look!

EUELPIDES. What's the matter?

PISTHETAERUS. Why, the crow has been pointing me to something up there

for some time now.

EUELPIDES. And the jay is also opening its beak and craning its neck to

show me I know not what. Clearly, there are some birds about here. We

shall soon know, if we kick up a noise to start them.

PISTHETAERUS. Do you know what to do? Knock your leg against this rock.

EUELPIDES. And you your head to double the noise.

PISTHETAERUS. Well then use a stone instead; take one and hammer with it.

EUELPIDES. Good idea! Ho there, within! Slave! slave!

PISTHETAERUS. What's that, friend! You say, "slave," to summon Epops!

'Twould be much better to shout, "Epops, Epops!"

EUELPIDES. Well then, Epops! Must I knock again? Epops!

TROCHILUS. Who's there? Who calls my master?

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