EURIPIDES. What you have to hear.[544]

MNESILOCHUS. What is this wiseacre stuff you are telling me? I must

neither see nor hear.

EURIPIDES. Ah! but you have two things there that are essentially

distinct.

MNESILOCHUS. Seeing and hearing.

EURIPIDES. Undoubtedly.

MNESILOCHUS. In what way distinct?

EURIPIDES. In this way. Formerly, when Ether separated the elements and

bore the animals that were moving in her bosom, she wished to endow them

with sight, and so made the eye round like the sun's disc and bored ears

in the form of a funnel.

MNESILOCHUS. And because of this funnel I neither see nor hear. Ah! great

gods! I am delighted to know it. What a fine thing it is to talk with

wise men!

EURIPIDES. I will teach you many another thing of the sort.

MNESILOCHUS. That's well to know; but first of all I should like to find

out how to grow lame, so that I need not have to follow you all about.

EURIPIDES. Come, hear and give heed!

MNESILOCHUS. I'm here and waiting.

EURIPIDES. Do you see that little door?

MNESILOCHUS. Yes, certainly.

EURIPIDES. Silence!

MNESILOCHUS. Silence about what? About the door?

EURIPIDES. Pay attention!

MNESILOCHUS. Pay attention and be silent about the door? Very well.

EURIPIDES. 'Tis there that Agathon, the celebrated tragic poet,

dwells.[545]

MNESILOCHUS. Who is this Agathon?

EURIPIDES. 'Tis a certain Agathon....

MNESILOCHUS. Swarthy, robust of build?

EURIPIDES. No, another. You have never seen him?

MNESILOCHUS. He has a big beard?

EURIPIDES. No, no, evidently you have never seen him.

MNESILOCHUS. Never, so far as I know.

EURIPIDES. And yet you have pedicated him. Well, it must have been

without knowing who he was. Ah! let us step aside; here is one of his

slaves bringing a brazier and some myrtle branches; no doubt he is going

to offer a sacrifice and pray for a happy poetical inspiration for

Agathon.

SERVANT OF AGATHON. Silence! oh, people! keep your mouths sedately shut!

The chorus of the Muses is moulding songs at my master's hearth. Let the

winds hold their breath in the silent Ether! Let the azure waves cease

murmuring on the shore!...

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