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SPEAR-MAKER But helmets will be no more used.
TRYGAEUS Let him learn to fit a handle to them and he can sell them for more money.(1)
f(1) As wine-pots or similar vessels.
SPEAR-MAKER Let us be off, comrade.
TRYGAEUS No, I want to buy these spears.
SPEAR-MAKER What will you give?
TRYGAEUS If they could be split in two, I would take them at a drachma per hundred to use as vine-props.
SPEAR-MAKER The insolent dog! Let us go, friend.
TRYGAEUS Ah! here come the guests, children from the table to relieve themselves; I fancy they also want to hum over what they will be singing presently. Hi! child! what do you reckon to sing? Stand there and give me the opening line.
THE SON OF LAMACHUS "Glory to the young warriors..."
TRYGAEUS Oh! leave off about your young warriors, you little wretch; we are at peace and you are an idiot and a rascal.
SON OF LAMACHUS "The skirmish begins, the hollow bucklers clash against each other."(1)
f(1) These verses and those which both Trygaeus and the son of Lamachus quote afterwards are borrowed from the 'Iliad.'
TRYGAEUS Bucklers! Leave me in peace with your bucklers.
SON OF LAMACHUS "And then there came groanings and shouts of victory."
TRYGAEUS Groanings! ah! by Bacchus! look out for yourself, you cursed squaller, if you start wearying us again with your groanings and hollow bucklers.
SON OF LAMACHUS Then what should I sing? Tell me what pleases you.
TRYGAEUS "'Tis thus they feasted on the flesh of oxen," or something similar, as, for instance, "Everything that could tickle the palate was placed on the table."
SON OF LAMACHUS "'Tis thus they feasted on the flesh of oxen and, tired of warfare, unharnessed their foaming steeds."
TRYGAEUS That's splendid; tired of warfare, they seat themselves at table; sing, sing to us how they still go on eating after they are satiated.
SON OF LAMACHUS "The meal over, they girded themselves..."
TRYGAEUS With good wine, no doubt?
SON OF LAMACHUS "...with armour and rushed forth from the towers, and a terrible shout arose."
TRYGAEUS Get you gone, you little scapegrace, you and your battles! You sing of nothing but warfare. Who is your father then?
SON OF LAMACHUS My father?
TRYGAEUS Why yes, your father.
SON OF LAMACHUS I am Lamachus' son.
TRYGAEUS Oh! oh! I could indeed have sworn, when I was listening to you, that you were the son of some warrior who dreams of nothing but wounds and bruises, of some Boulomachus or Clausimachus;(1) go and sing your plaguey songs to the spearmen.... Where is the son of Cleonymus? Sing me something before going back to the feast. I am at least certain he will not sing of battles, for his father is far too careful a man.
f(1) Boulomachus is derived from (two Greek words meaning) to wish for battle; Clausimachus from (two others), the tears that battles cost. The same root (for) 'battle' is also contained in the name Lamachus.
SON OF CLEONYMUS "An inhabitant of Sais is parading with the spotless shield which I regret to say I have thrown into a thicket."(1)
f(1) A distich borrowed from Archilochus, a celebrated poet of the seventh century B.C., born at Paros, and the author of odes, satires, epigrams and elegies. He sang his own shame. 'Twas in an expedition against Sais, not the town in Egypt as the similarity in name might lead one to believe, but in Thrace, that he had cast away his buckler. "A might calamity truly!" he says without shame. "I shall buy another."
TRYGAEUS Tell me, you little good-for-nothing, are you singing that for your father?
SON OF CLEONYMUS "But I saved my life."