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Title: The Birds

Author: Aristophanes

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THE BIRDS

By Aristophanes

(Translator uncredited. Footnotes have been retained because they
provide the meanings of Greek names, terms and ceremonies and explain
puns and references otherwise lost in translation. Occasional Greek words
in the footnotes have not been included. Footnote numbers, in brackets,
start anew at (1) for each piece of dialogue, and each footnote follows
immediately the dialogue to which it refers, labeled thus: f(1).

THE BIRDS

INTRODUCTION
'The Birds' differs markedly from all the other Comedies of Aristophanes
which have come down to us in subject and general conception. It is just an
extravaganza pure and simple—a graceful, whimsical theme chosen
expressly for the sake of the opportunities it afforded of bright, amusing
dialogue, pleasing lyrical interludes, and charming displays of brilliant
stage effects and pretty dresses. Unlike other plays of the same Author,
there is here apparently no serious political MOTIF underlying the surface
burlesque and buffoonery.
Some critics, it is true, profess to find in it a reference to the unfortunate
Sicilian Expedition, then in progress, and a prophecy of its failure and the
political downfall of Alcibiades. But as a matter of fact, the whole thing
seems rather an attempt on the dramatist's part to relieve the overwrought
minds of his fellow-citizens, anxious and discouraged at the unsatisfactory
reports from before Syracuse, by a work conceived in a lighter vein than
usual and mainly unconnected with contemporary realities. The play was
produced in the year 414 B.C., just when success or failure in Sicily hung in
the balance, though already the outlook was gloomy, and many
circumstances pointed to impending disaster. Moreover, the public
conscience was still shocked and perturbed over the mysterious affair of the
mutilation of the Hermae, which had occurred immediately before the
sailing of the fleet, and strongly suspicious of Alcibiades' participation in
the outrage. In spite of the inherent charm of the subject, the splendid
outbursts of lyrical poetry in some of the choruses and the beauty of the
scenery and costumes, 'The Birds' failed to win the first prize. This was
acclaimed to a play of Aristophanes' rival, Amipsias, the title of which, 'The
Comastoe,' or 'Revellers,' "seems to imply that the chief interest was
derived from direct allusions to the outrage above mentioned and to the
individuals suspected to have been engaged in it."
For this reason, which militated against its immediate success, viz. the
absence of direct allusion to contemporary politics—there are, of course,
incidental references here and there to topics and personages of the day—
the play appeals perhaps more than any other of our Author's productions to

the modern reader. Sparkling wit, whimsical fancy, poetic charm, are of all
ages, and can be appreciated as readily by ourselves as by an Athenian
audience of two thousand years ago, though, of course, much is inevitably
lost "without the important adjuncts of music, scenery, dresses and what we
may call 'spectacle' generally, which we know in this instance to have been
on the most magnificent scale."
The plot is this. Euelpides and Pisthetaerus, two old Athenians, disgusted
with the litigiousness, wrangling and sycophancy of their countrymen,
resolve upon quitting Attica. Having heard of the fame of Epops (the
hoopoe), sometime called Tereus, and now King of the Birds, they
determine, under the direction of a raven and a jackdaw, to seek from him
and his subject birds a city free from all care and strife. Arrived at the
Palace of Epops, they knock, and Trochilus (the wren), in a state of great
flutter, as he mistakes them for fowlers, opens the door and informs them
that his Majesty is asleep. When he awakes, the strangers appear before
him, and after listening to a long and eloquent harangue on the superior
attractions of a residence among the birds, they propose a notable scheme of
their own to further enhance its advantages and definitely secure the
sovereignty of the universe now exercised by the gods of Olympus.
The birds are summoned to meet in general council. They come flying up
from all quarters of the heavens, and after a brief mis-understanding, during
which they come near tearing the two human envoys to pieces, they listen
to the exposition of the latters' plan. This is nothing less than the building of
a new city, to be called Nephelococcygia, or 'Cloud-cuckoo-town,' between
earth and heaven, to be garrisoned and guarded by the birds in such a way
as to intercept all communication of the gods with their worshippers on
earth. All steam of sacrifice will be prevented from rising to Olympus, and
the Immortals will very soon be starved into an acceptance of any terms
proposed. The new Utopia is duly constructed, and the daring plan to secure
the sovereignty is in a fair way to succeed. Meantime various quacks and
charlatans, each with a special scheme for improving things, arrive from
earth, and are one after the other exposed and dismissed. Presently arrives
Prometheus, who informs Epops of the desperate straits to which the gods
are by this time reduced, and advises him to push his claims and demand
the hand of Basileia (Dominion), the handmaid of Zeus. Next an embassy
from the Olympians appears on the scene, consisting of Heracles, Posidon
and a god from the savage regions of the Triballians. After some

disputation, it is agreed that all reasonable demands of the birds are to be
granted, while Pisthetaerus is to have Basileia as his bride. The comedy
winds up with the epithalamium in honour of the nuptials.

THE BIRDS

DRAMATIS PERSONAE

EUELPIDES
PISTHETAERUS
EPOPS (the Hoopoe)
TROCHILUS, Servant to Epops
PHOENICOPTERUS
HERALDS
A PRIEST
A POET
A PROPHET
METON, a Geometrician
A COMMISSIONER
A DEALER IN DECREES
IRIS
A PARRICIDE
CINESIAS, a Dithyrambic Bard
AN INFORMER
PROMETHEUS
POSIDON
TRIBALLUS
HERACLES
SLAVES OF PISTHETAERUS
MESSENGERS
CHORUS OF BIRDS

SCENE: A wild, desolate tract of open country; broken rocks and
brushwood occupy the centre of the stage.
EUELPIDES (TO HIS JAY)(1) Do you think I should walk straight for
yon tree?
f(1) Euelpides is holding a jay and Pisthetaerus a crow; they are the
guides who are to lead them to the kingdom of the birds.
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 that I to this jay, which 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(1) find his.
f(1) A stranger who wanted to pass as an Athenian, although coming
originally for a far-away barbarian country.
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,(1) the
Epops, who is a bird, without being born of one. He has indeed sold us this
jay, a true son of Tharelides,(2) 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.
f(1) A king of Thrace, a son of Ares, who married Procne, the daughter of
Pandion, King of Athens, whom he had assisted against the Megarians. He
violated his sister-in-law, Philomela, and then cut out her tongue; she
nevertheless managed to convey to her sister how she had been treated.
They both agreed to kill Itys, whom Procne had borne to Tereus, and dished
up the limbs of his own son to the father; at the end of the meal Philomela
appeared and threw the child's head upon the table. Tereus rushed with
drawn sword upon the princesses, but all the actors in this terrible scene
were metamorph(o)sed. Tereus became an Epops (hoopoe), Procne a
swallow, Philomela a nightingale, and Itys a goldfinch. According to
Anacreon and Apollodorus it was Procne who became the nightingale and
Philomela the swallow, and this is the version of the tradition followed by
Aristophanes.
f(2) An Athenian who had some resemblance to a jay—so says the
scholiast, at any rate.
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,(1) do everything we can to that end, and we cannot find our way!
Yes, spectators, our madness is quite different from 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.(2) That is why we started off with a
basket, a stew-pot and some myrtle boughs(3) 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.
f(1) Literally, 'to go to the crows,' a proverbial expression equivalent to
our 'going to the devil.'
f(2) They leave Athens because of their hatred of lawsuits and informers;
this is the especial failing of the Athenians satirized in 'The Wasps.'
f(3) Myrtle boughs were used in sacrifices, and the founding of every
colony was started by a sacrifice.
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! It would be much better to shout, "Epops, Epops!"
EUELPIDES Well then, Epops! Must I knock again? Epops!
TROCHILUS Who's there? Who calls my master?
PISTHETAERUS Apollo the Deliverer! what an enormous beak!(1)
f(1) The actors wore masks made to resemble the birds they were
supposed to represent.
TROCHILUS Good god! they are bird-catchers.
EUELPIDES The mere sight of him petrifies me with terror. What a
horrible monster.
TROCHILUS Woe to you!
EUELPIDES But we are not men.
TROCHILUS What are you, then?
EUELPIDES I am the Fearling, an African bird.
TROCHILUS You talk nonsense.
EUELPIDES Well, then, just ask it of my feet.(1)
f(1) Fear had had disastrous effects upon Euelpides' internal economy,
and this his feet evidenced.
TROCHILUS And this other one, what bird is it?
PISTHETAERUS I? I am a Cackling,(1) from the land of the pheasants.
f(1) The same mishap had occurred to Pisthetaerus.
EUELPIDES But you yourself, in the name of the gods! what animal are
you?
TROCHILUS Why, I am a slave-bird.
EUELPIDES Why, have you been conquered by a cock?
TROCHILUS No, but when my master was turned into a peewit, he
begged me to become a bird too, to follow and to serve him.
EUELPIDES Does a bird need a servant, then?

TROCHILUS 'Tis no doubt because he was a man. At times he wants to
eat a dish of loach from Phalerum; I seize my dish and fly to fetch him
some. Again he wants some pea-soup; I seize a ladle and a pot and run to
get it.
EUELPIDES This is, then, truly a running-bird.(1) Come, Trochilus, do
us the kindness to call your master.
f(1) The Greek word for a wren is derived from the same root as 'to run.'
TROCHILUS Why, he has just fallen asleep after a feed of myrtle-berries
and a few grubs.
EUELPIDES Never mind; wake him up.
TROCHILUS I an certain he will be angry. However, I will wake him to
please you.
PISTHETAERUS You cursed brute! why, I am almost dead with terror!
EUELPIDES Oh! my god! 'twas sheer fear that made me lose my jay.
PISTHETAERUS Ah! you great coward! were you so frightened that you
let go your jay?
EUELPIDES And did you not lose your crow, when you fell sprawling
on the ground? Pray tell me that.
PISTHETAERUS No, no.
EUELPIDES Where is it, then?
PISTHETAERUS It has flown away.
EUELPIDES Then you did not let it go? Oh! you brave fellow!
EPOPS Open the forest,(1) that I may go out!
f(1) No doubt there was some scenery to represent a forest. Besides, there
is a pun intended. The words answering for 'forests' and 'door' in Greek only
differ slightly in sound.
EUELPIDES By Heracles! what a creature! what plumage! What means
this triple crest?
EPOPS Who wants me?
EUELPIDES The twelve great gods have used you ill, meseems.
EPOPS Are you chaffing me about my feathers? I have been a man,
strangers.
EUELPIDES 'Tis not you we are jeering at.

EPOPS At what, then?
EUELPIDES Why, 'tis your beak that looks so odd to us.
EPOPS This is how Sophocles outrages me in his tragedies. Know, I once
was Tereus.(1)
f(1) Sophocles had written a tragedy about Tereus, in which, no doubt,
the king finally appears as a hoopoe.
EUELPIDES You were Tereus, and what are you now? a bird or a
peacock?(1)
f(1) (O)ne would expect the question to be "bird or man."—Are you a
peacock? The hoopoe resembles the peacock inasmuch as both have crests.
EPOPS I am a bird.
EUELPIDES Then where are your feathers? For I don't see them.
EPOPS They have fallen off.
EUELPIDES Through illness?
EPOPS No. All birds moult their feathers, you know, every winter, and
others grow in their place. But tell me, who are you?
EUELPIDES We? We are mortals.
EPOPS From what country?
EUELPIDES From the land of the beautiful galleys.(1)
f(1) Athens.
EPOPS Are you dicasts?(1)
f(1) The Athenians were madly addicted to lawsuits. (See 'The Wasps.')
EUELPIDES No, if anything, we are anti-dicasts.
EPOPS Is that kind of seed sown among you?(1)
f(1) As much as to say, 'Then you have such things as anti-dicasts?' And
Euelpides practically replaces, 'Very few.'
EUELPIDES You have to look hard to find even a little in our fields.
EPOPS What brings you here?
EUELPIDES We wish to pay you a visit.
EPOPS What for?
EUELPIDES Because you formerly were a man, like we are, formerly
you had debts, as we have, formerly you did not want to pay them, like

ourselves; furthermore, being turned into a bird, you have when flying seen
all lands and seas. Thus you have all human knowledge as well as that of
birds. And hence we have come to you to beg you to direct us to some cosy
town, in which one can repose as if on thick coverlets.
EPOPS And are you looking for a greater city than Athens?
EUELPIDES No, not a greater, but one more pleasant to dwell in.
EPOPS Then you are looking for an aristocratic country.
EUELPIDES I? Not at all! I hold the son of Scellias in horror.(1)
f(1) His name was Aristocrates; he was a general and commanded a fleet
sent in aid of Corcyra.
EPOPS But, after all, what sort of city would please you best?
EUELPIDES A place where the following would be the most important
business transacted.—Some friend would come knocking at the door quite
early in the morning saying, "By Olympian Zeus, be at my house early, as
soon as you have bathed, and bring your children too. I am giving a nuptial
feast, so don't fail, or else don't cross my threshold when I am in distress."
EPOPS Ah! that's what may be called being fond of hardships! And what
say you?
PISTHETAERUS My tastes are similar.
EPOPS And they are?
PISTHETAERUS I want a town where the father of a handsome lad will
stop in the street and say to me reproachfully as if I had failed him, "Ah! Is
this well done, Stilbonides! You met my son coming from the bath after the
gymnasium and you neither spoke to him, nor embraced him, nor took him
with you, nor ever once twitched his parts. Would anyone call you an old
friend of mine?"
EPOPS Ah! wag, I see you are fond of suffering. But there is a city of
delights, such as you want. 'Tis on the Red Sea.
EUELPIDES Oh, no. Not a sea-port, where some fine morning the
Salaminian(1) galley can appear, bringing a writ-server along. Have you no
Greek town you can propose to us?
f(1) The State galley, which carried the officials of the Athenian republic
to their several departments and brought back those whose time had

expired; it was this galley that was sent to Sicily to fetch back Alcibiades,
who was accused of sacrilege.
EPOPS Why not choose Lepreum in Elis for your settlement?
EUELPIDES By Zeus! I could not look at Lepreum without disgust,
because of Melanthius.(1)
f(1) A tragic poet, who was a leper; there is a play, of course, on the word
Lepreum.
EPOPS Then, again, there is the Opuntian, where you could live.
EUELPIDES I would not be Opuntian(1) for a talent. But come, what is
it like to live with the birds? You should know pretty well.
f(1) An allusion to Opuntius, who was one-eyed.
EPOPS Why, 'tis not a disagreeable life. In the first place, one has no
purse.
EUELPIDES That does away with much roguery.
EPOPS For food the gardens yield us white sesame, myrtle-berries,
poppies and mint.
EUELPIDES Why, 'tis the life of the newly-wed indeed.(1)
f(1) The newly-married ate a sesame-cake, decorated with garlands of
myrtle, poppies and mint.
PISTHETAERUS Ha! I am beginning to see a great plan, which will
transfer the supreme power to the birds, if you will but take my advice.
EPOPS Take your advice? In what way?
PISTHETAERUS In what way? Well, firstly, do not fly in all directions
with open beak; it is not dignified. Among us, when we see a thoughtless
man, we ask, "What sort of bird is this?" and Teleas answers, "'Tis a man
who has no brain, a bird that has lost his head, a creature you cannot catch,
for it never remains in any one place."
EPOPS By Zeus himself! your jest hits the mark. What then is to be
done?
PISTHETAERUS Found a city.
EPOPS We birds? But what sort of city should we build?
PISTHETAERUS Oh, really, really! 'tis spoken like a fool! Look down.
EPOPS I am looking.

PISTHETAERUS Now look upwards.
EPOPS I am looking.
PISTHETAERUS Turn your head round.
EPOPS Ah! 'twill be pleasant for me, if I end in twisting my neck!
PISTHETAERUS What have you seen?
EPOPS The clouds and the sky.
PISTHETAERUS Very well! is not this the pole of the birds then?
EPOPS How their pole?
PISTHETAERUS Or, if you like it, the land. And since it turns and
passes through the whole universe, it is called, 'pole.'(1) If you build and
fortify it, you will turn your pole into a fortified city.(2) In this way you will
reign over mankind as you do over the grasshoppers and cause the gods to
die of rabid hunger.
f(1) From (the word meaning) 'to turn.'
f(2) The Greek words for 'pole' and 'city' only differ by a single letter.
EPOPS How so?
PISTHETAERUS The air is 'twixt earth and heaven. When we want to go
to Delphi, we ask the Boeotians(1) for leave of passage; in the same way,
when men sacrifice to the gods, unless the latter pay you tribute, you
exercise the right of every nation towards strangers and don't allow the
smoke of the sacrifices to pass through your city and territory.
f(1) Boeotia separated Attica from Phocis.
EPOPS By earth! by snares! by network!(1) I never heard of anything
more cleverly conceived; and, if the other birds approve, I am going to
build the city along with you.
f(1) He swears by the powers that are to him dreadful.
PISTHETAERUS Who will explain the matter to them?
EPOPS You must yourself. Before I came they were quite ignorant, but
since I have lived with them I have taught them to speak.
PISTHETAERUS But how can they be gathered together?
EPOPS Easily. I will hasten down to the coppice to waken my dear
Procne!(1) as soon as they hear our voices, they will come to us hot wing.

f(1) As already stated, according to the legend accepted by Aristophanes,
it was Procne who was turned into the nightengale.
PISTHETAERUS My dear bird, lose no time, I beg. Fly at once into the
coppice and awaken Procne.
EPOPS Chase off drowsy sleep, dear companion. Let the sacred hymn
gush from thy divine throat in melodious strains; roll forth in soft cadence
your refreshing melodies to bewail the fate of Itys,(1) which has been the
cause of so many tears to us both. Your pure notes rise through the thick
leaves of the yew-tree right up to the throne of Zeus, where Phoebus listens
to you, Phoebus with his golden hair. And his ivory lyre responds to your
plaintive accents; he gathers the choir of the gods and from their immortal
lips rushes a sacred chant of blessed voices. (THE FLUTE IS PLAYED
BEHIND THE SCENE.)
f(1) The son of Tereus and Procne.
PISTHETAERUS Oh! by Zeus! what a throat that little bird possesses.
He has filled the whole coppice with honey-sweet melody!
EUELPIDES Hush!
PISTHETAERUS What's the matter?
EUELPIDES Will you keep silence?
PISTHETAERUS What for?
EUELPIDES Epops is going to sing again.
EPOPS (IN THE COPPICE) Epopoi poi popoi, epopoi, popoi, here, here,
quick, quick, quick, my comrades in the air; all you who pillage the fertile
lands of the husbandmen, the numberless tribes who gather and devour the
barley seeds, the swift flying race who sing so sweetly. And you whose
gentle twitter resounds through the fields with the little cry of tio, tio, tio,
tio, tio, tio, tio, tio; and you who hop about the branches of the ivy in the
gardens; the mountain birds, who feed on the wild olive berries or the
arbutus, hurry to come at my call, trioto, trioto, totobrix; you also, who snap
up the sharp-stinging gnats in the marshy vales, and you who dwell in the
fine plain of Marathon, all damp with dew, and you, the francolin with
speckled wings; you too, the halcyons, who flit over the swelling waves of
the sea, come hither to hear the tidings; let all the tribes of long-necked
birds assemble here; know that a clever old man has come to us, bringing an
entirely new idea and proposing great reforms. Let all come to the debate

here, here, here, here. Torotorotorotorotix, kikkobau, kikkobau,
torotorotorotorolililix.
PISTHETAERUS Can you see any bird?
EUELPIDES By Phoebus, no! and yet I am straining my eyesight to scan
the sky.
PISTHETAERUS 'Twas really not worth Epops' while to go and bury
himself in the thicket like a plover when a-hatching.
PHOENICOPTERUS Torotina, torotina.
PISTHETAERUS Hold, friend, here is another bird.
EUELPIDES I' faith, yes, 'tis a bird, but of what kind? Isn't it a peacock?
PISTHETAERUS Epops will tell us. What is this bird?
EPOPS 'Tis not one of those you are used to seeing; 'tis a bird from the
marshes.
PISTHETAERUS Oh! oh! but he is very handsome with his wings as
crimson as flame.
EPOPS Undoubtedly; indeed he is called flamingo.(1)
f(1) An African bird, that comes to the southern countries of Europe, to
Greece, Italy, and Spain; it is even seen in Provence.
EUELPIDES Hi! I say! You!
PISTHETAERUS What are you shouting for?
EUELPIDES Why, here's another bird.
PISTHETAERUS Aye, indeed; 'tis a foreign bird too. What is this bird
from beyond the mountains with a look as solemn as it is stupid?
EPOPS He is called the Mede.(1)
f(1) Aristophanes amusingly mixes up real birds with people and
individuals, whom he represents in the form of birds; he is personifying the
Medians here.
PISTHETAERUS The Mede! But, by Heracles, how, if a Mede, has he
flown here without a camel?
EUELPIDES Here's another bird with a crest.
PISTHETAERUS Ah! that's curious. I say, Epops, you are not the only
one of your kind then?

EPOPS This bird is the son of Philocles, who is the son of Epops;(1) so
that, you see, I am his grandfather; just as one might say, Hipponicus,(2) the
son of Callias, who is the son of Hipponicus.
f(1) Philocles, a tragic poet, had written a tragedy on Tereus, which was
simply a plagiarism of the play of the same name by Sophocles. Philocles is
the son of Epops, because he got his inspiration from Sophocles' Tereus,
and at the same time is father to Epops, since he himself produced another
Tereus.
f(2) This Hipponicus is probably the orator whose ears Alcibiades boxed
to gain a bet; he was a descendant of Callias, who was famous for his hatred
of Pisistratus.
PISTHETAERUS Then this bird is Callias! Why, what a lot of his
feathers he has lost!(1)
f(1) This Callias, who must not be confounded with the foe of Pisistratus,
had ruined himself.
EPOPS That's because he is honest; so the informers set upon him and
the women too pluck out his feathers.
PISTHETAERUS By Posidon, do you see that many-coloured bird?
What is his name?
EPOPS This one? 'Tis the glutton.
PISTHETAERUS Is there another glutton besides Cleonymus? But why,
if he is Cleonymus, has he not thrown away his crest?(1) But what is the
meaning of all these crests? Have these birds come to contend for the
double stadium prize?(2)
f(1) Cleonymus had cast away his shield; he was as great a glutton as he
was a coward.
f(2) A race in which the track had to be circled twice.
EPOPS They are like the Carians, who cling to the crests of their
mountains for greater safety.(1)
f(1) A people of Asia Minor; when pursued by the Ionians they took
refuge in the mountains.
PISTHETAERUS Oh, Posidon! do you see what swarms of birds are
gathering here?

EUELPIDES By Phoebus! what a cloud! The entrance to the stage is no
longer visible, so closely do they fly together.
PISTHETAERUS Here is the partridge.
EUELPIDES Faith! there is the francolin.
PISTHETAERUS There is the poachard.
EUELPIDES Here is the kingfisher. And over yonder?
EPOPS 'Tis the barber.
EUELPIDES What? a bird a barber?
PISTHETAERUS Why, Sporgilus is one.(1) Here comes the owl.
f(1) An Athenian barber.
EUELPIDES And who is it brings an owl to Athens?(1)
f(1) The owl was dedicated to Athene, and being respected at Athens, it
had greatly multiplied. Hence the proverb, 'taking owls to Athens,' similar
to our English 'taking coals to Newcastle.'
PISTHETAERUS Here is the magpie, the turtle-dove, the swallow, the
horned owl, the buzzard, the pigeon, the falcon, the ring-dove, the cuckoo,
the red-foot, the red-cap, the purple-cap, the kestrel, the diver, the ousel, the
osprey, the woodpecker.
EUELPIDES Oh! oh! what a lot of birds! what a quantity of blackbirds!
how they scold, how they come rushing up! What a noise! what a noise!
Can they be bearing us ill-will? Oh! there! there! they are opening their
beaks and staring at us.
PISTHETAERUS Why, so they are.
CHORUS Popopopopopopopoi. Where is he who called me? Where am I
to find him?
EPOPS I have been waiting for you this long while! I never fail in my
word to my friends.
CHORUS Titititititititi. What good thing have you to tell me?
EPOPS Something that concerns our common safety, and that is just as
pleasant as it is to the purpose. Two men, who are subtle reasoners, have
come here to seek me.
CHORUS Where? What? What are you saying?

EPOPS I say, two old men have come from the abode of men to propose
a vast and splendid scheme to us.
CHORUS Oh! 'tis a horrible, unheard-of crime! What are you saying?
EPOPS Nay! never let my words scare you.
CHORUS What have you done then?
EPOPS I have welcomed two men, who wish to live with us.
CHORUS And you have dared to do that!
EPOPS Aye, and am delighted at having done so.
CHORUS Where are they?
EPOPS In your midst, as I am.
CHORUS Ah! ah! we are betrayed; 'tis sacrilege! Our friend, he who
picked up corn-seeds in the same plains as ourselves, has violated our
ancient laws; he has broken the oaths that bind all birds; he has laid a snare
for me, he has handed us over to the attacks of that impious race which,
throughout all time, has never ceased to war against us. As for this
traitorous bird, we will decide his case later, but the two old men shall be
punished forthwith; we are going to tear them to pieces.
PISTHETAERUS 'Tis all over with us.
EUELPIDES You are the sole cause of all our trouble. Why did you bring
me from down yonder?
PISTHETAERUS To have you with me.
EUELPIDES Say rather to have me melt into tears.
PISTHETAERUS Go to! you are talking nonsense.
EUELPIDES How so?
PISTHETAERUS How will you be able to cry when once your eyes are
pecked out?
CHORUS Io! io! forward to the attack, throw yourselves upon the foe,
spill his blood; take to your wings and surround them on all sides. Woe to
them! let us get to work with our beaks, let us devour them. Nothing can
save them from our wrath, neither the mountain forests, nor the clouds that
float in the sky, nor the foaming deep. Come, peck, tear to ribbons. Where
is the chief of the cohort? Let him engage the right wing.

EUELPIDES This is the fatal moment. Where shall I fly to, unfortunate
wretch that I am?
PISTHETAERUS Stay! stop here!
EUELPIDES That they may tear me to pieces?
PISTHETAERUS And how do you think to escape them?
EUELPIDES I don't know at all.
PISTHETAERUS Come, I will tell you. We must stop and fight them.
Let us arm ourselves with these stew-pots.
EUELPIDES Why with the stew-pots?
PISTHETAERUS The owl will not attack us.(1)
f(1) An allusion to the Feast of Pots; it was kept at Athens on the third
day of the Anthesteria, when all sorts of vegetables were stewed together
and offered for the dead to Bacchus and Athene. This Feast was peculiar to
Athens.—Hence Pisthetaerus thinks that the owl will recognize they are
Athenians by seeing the stew-pots, and as he is an Athenian bird, he will not
attack them.
EUELPIDES But do you see all those hooked claws?
PISTHETAERUS Seize the spit and pierce the foe on your side.
EUELPIDES And how about my eyes?
PISTHETAERUS Protect them with this dish or this vinegar-pot.
EUELPIDES Oh! what cleverness! what inventive genius! You are a
great general, even greater than Nicias,(1) where stratagem is concerned.
f(1) Nicias, the famous Athenian general.—The siege of Melos in 417
B.C., or two years previous to the production of 'The Birds,' had especially
done him great credit. He was joint commander of the Sicilian expedition.
CHORUS Forward, forward, charge with your beaks! Come, no delay.
Tear, pluck, strike, flay them, and first of all smash the stew-pot.
EPOPS Oh, most cruel of all animals, why tear these two men to pieces,
why kill them? What have they done to you? They belong to the same tribe,
to the same family as my wife.(1)
f(1) Procne, the daughter of Pandion, King of Athens.
CHORUS Are wolves to be spared? Are they not our most mortal foes?
So let us punish them.

EPOPS If they are your foes by nature, they are your friends in heart, and
they come here to give you useful advice.
CHORUS Advice or a useful word from their lips, from them, the
enemies of my forebears!
EPOPS The wise can often profit by the lessons of a foe, for caution is
the mother of safety. 'Tis just such a thing as one will not learn from a
friend and which an enemy compels you to know. To begin with, 'tis the foe
and not the friend that taught cities to build high walls, to equip long vessels
of war; and 'tis this knowledge that protects our children, our slaves and our
wealth.
CHORUS Well then, I agree, let us first hear them, for 'tis best; one can
even learn something in an enemy's school.
PISTHETAERUS Their wrath seems to cool. Draw back a little.
EPOPS 'Tis only justice, and you will thank me later.
CHORUS Never have we opposed your advice up to now.
PISTHETAERUS They are in a more peaceful mood; put down your
stew-pot and your two dishes; spit in hand, doing duty for a spear, let us
mount guard inside the camp close to the pot and watch in our arsenal
closely; for we must not fly.
EUELPIDES You are right. But where shall we be buried, if we die?
PISTHETAERUS In the Ceramicus;(1) for, to get a public funeral, we
shall tell the Strategi that we fell at Orneae,(2) fighting the country's foes.
f(1) A space beyond the walls of Athens which contained the gardens of
the Academy and the graves of citizens who had died for their country.
f(2) A town in Western Argolis, where the Athenians had been recently
defeated. The somewhat similar work in Greek signifies 'birds.'
CHORUS Return to your ranks and lay down your courage beside your
wrath as the Hoplites do. Then let us ask these men who they are, whence
they come, and with what intent. Here, Epops, answer me.
EPOPS Are you calling me? What do you want of me?
CHORUS Who are they? From what country?
EPOPS Strangers, who have come from Greece, the land of the wise.
CHORUS And what fate has led them hither to the land of the birds?

EPOPS Their love for you and their wish to share your kind of life; to
dwell and remain with you always.
CHORUS Indeed, and what are their plans?
EPOPS They are wonderful, incredible, unheard of.
CHORUS Why, do they think to see some advantage that determines
them to settle here? Are they hoping with our help to triumph over their
foes or to be useful to their friends?
EPOPS They speak of benefits so great it is impossible either to describe
or conceive them; all shall be yours, all that we see here, there, above and
below us; this they vouch for.
CHORUS Are they mad?
EPOPS They are the sanest people in the world.
CHORUS Clever men?
EPOPS The slyest of foxes, cleverness its very self, men of the world,
cunning, the cream of knowing folk.
CHORUS Tell them to speak and speak quickly; why, as I listen to you, I
am beside myself with delight.
EPOPS Here, you there, take all these weapons and hang them up inside
close to the fire, near the figure of the god who presides there and under his
protection;(1) as for you, address the birds, tell them why I have gathered
them together.
f(1) Epops is addressing the two slaves, no doubt Xanthias and Manes,
who are mentioned later on.
PISTHETAERUS Not I, by Apollo, unless they agree with me as the little
ape of an armourer agreed with his wife, not to bite me, nor pull me by the
parts, nor shove things up my...
CHORUS You mean the...(PUTS FINGER TO BOTTOM) Oh! be quite
at ease.
PISTHETAERUS No, I mean my eyes.
CHORUS Agreed.
PISTHETAERUS Swear it.
CHORUS I swear it and, if I keep my promise, let judges and spectators
give me the victory unanimously.

PISTHETAERUS It is a bargain.
CHORUS And if I break my word, may I succeed by one vote only.
HERALD Hearken, ye people! Hoplites, pick up your weapons and
return to your firesides; do not fail to read the decrees of dismissal we have
posted.
CHORUS Man is a truly cunning creature, but nevertheless explain.
Perhaps you are going to show me some good way to extend my power,
some way that I have not had the wit to find out and which you have
discovered. Speak! 'tis to your own interest as well as to mine, for if you
secure me some advantage, I will surely share it with you. But what object
can have induced you to come among us? Speak boldly, for I shall not break
the truce,—until you have told us all.
PISTHETAERUS I am bursting with desire to speak; I have already
mixed the dough of my address and nothing prevents me from kneading
it.... Slave! bring the chaplet and water, which you must pour over my
hands. Be quick!(1)
f(1) It was customary, when speaking in public and also at feasts, to wear
a chaplet; hence the question Euelpides puts.—The guests wore chaplets of
flowers, herbs, and leaves, which had the property of being refreshing.
EUELPIDES Is it a question of feasting? What does it all mean?
PISTHETAERUS By Zeus, no! but I am hunting for fine, tasty words to
break down the hardness of their hearts.—I grieve so much for you, who at
one time were kings...
CHORUS We kings! Over whom?
PISTHETAERUS ...of all that exists, firstly of me and of this man, even
of Zeus himself. Your race is older than Saturn, the Titans and the Earth.
CHORUS What, older than the Earth!
PISTHETAERUS By Phoebus, yes.
CHORUS By Zeus, but I never knew that before!
PISTHETAERUS 'Tis because you are ignorant and heedless, and have
never read your Aesop. 'Tis he who tells us that the lark was born before all
other creatures, indeed before the Earth; his father died of sickness, but the
Earth did not exist then; he remained unburied for five days, when the bird

in its dilemma decided, for want of a better place, to entomb its father in its
own head.
EUELPIDES So that the lark's father is buried at Cephalae.(1)
f(1) A deme of Attica. In Greek the word also means 'heads,' and hence
the pun.
EPOPS Hence, if we existed before the Earth, before the gods, the
kingship belongs to us by right of priority.
EUELPIDES Undoubtedly, but sharpen your beak well; Zeus won't be in
a hurry to hand over his sceptre to the woodpecker.
PISTHETAERUS It was not the gods, but the birds, who were formerly
the masters and kings over men; of this I have a thousand proofs. First of
all, I will point you to the cock, who governed the Persians before all other
monarchs, before Darius and Megabyzus.(1) 'Tis in memory of his reign
that he is called the Persian bird.
f(1) One of Darius' best generals. After his expedition against the
Scythians, this prince gave him the command of the army which he left in
Europe. Megabyzus took Perinthos (afterwards called Heraclea) and
conquered Thrace.
EUELPIDES For this reason also, even to-day, he alone of all the birds
wears his tiara straight on his head, like the Great King.(1)
f(1) All Persians wore the tiara, but always on one side; the Great King
alone wore it straight on his head.
PISTHETAERUS He was so strong, so great, so feared, that even now,
on account of his ancient power, everyone jumps out of bed as soon as ever
he crows at daybreak. Blacksmiths, potters, tanners, shoemakers, bathmen,
corn-dealers, lyre-makers and armourers, all put on their shoes and go to
work before it is daylight.
EUELPIDES I can tell you something about that. 'Twas the cock's fault
that I lost a splendid tunic of Phrygian wool. I was at a feast in town, given
to celebrate the birth of a child; I had drunk pretty freely and had just fallen
asleep, when a cock, I suppose in a greater hurry than the rest, began to
crow. I thought it was dawn and set out for Alimos.(1) I had hardly got
beyond the walls, when a footpad struck me in the back with his bludgeon;
down I went and wanted to shout, but he had already made off with my
mantle.

f(1) Noted as the birthplace of Thucydides, a deme of Attica of the tribe
of Leontis. Demosthenes tells us it was thirty-five stadia from Athens.
PISTHETAERUS Formerly also the kite was ruler and king over the
Greeks.
EPOPS The Greeks?
PISTHETAERUS And when he was king, 'twas he who first taught them
to fall on their knees before the kites.(1)
f(1) The appearance of the kite in Greece betokened the return of
springtime; it was therefore worshipped as a symbol of that season.
EUELPIDES By Zeus! 'tis what I did myself one day on seeing a kite;
but at the moment I was on my knees, and leaning backwards(1) with
mouth agape, I bolted an obolus and was forced to carry my bag home
empty.(2)
f(1) To look at the kite, who no doubt was flying high in the sky.
f(2) As already shown, the Athenians were addicted to carrying small
coins in their mouths.—This obolus was for the purpose of buying flour to
fill the bag he was carrying
PISTHETAERUS The cuckoo was king of Egypt and of the whole of
Phoenicia. When he called out "cuckoo," all the Phoenicians hurried to the
fields to reap their wheat and their barley.(1)
f(1) In Phoenicia and Egypt the cuckoo makes its appearance about
harvest-time.
EUELPIDES Hence no doubt the proverb, "Cuckoo! cuckoo! go to the
fields, ye circumcised."(1)
f(1) This was an Egyptian proverb, meaning, 'When the cuckoo sings we
go harvesting.' Both the Phoenicians and the Egyptians practised
circumcision.
PISTHETAERUS So powerful were the birds that the kings of Grecian
cities, Agamemnon, Menelaus, for instance, carried a bird on the tip of their
sceptres, who had his share of all presents.(1)
f(1) The staff, called a sceptre, generally terminated in a piece of carved
work, representing a flower, a fruit, and most often a bird.
EUELPIDES That I didn't know and was much astonished when I saw
Priam come upon the stage in the tragedies with a bird, which kept

watching Lysicrates(1) to see if he got any present.
f(1) A general accused of treachery. The bird watches Lysicrates,
because, according to Pisthetaerus, he had a right to a share of the presents.
PISTHETAERUS But the strongest proof of all is, that Zeus, who now
reigns, is represented as standing with an eagle on his head as a symbol of
his royalty;(1) his daughter has an owl, and Phoebus, as his servant, has a
hawk.
f(1) It is thus that Phidias represents his Olympian Zeus.
EUELPIDES By Demeter, 'tis well spoken. But what are all these birds
doing in heaven?
PISTHETAERUS When anyone sacrifices and, according to the rite,
offers the entrails to the gods, these birds take their share before Zeus.
Formerly men always swore by the birds and never by the gods; even now
Lampon(1) swears by the goose, when he wants to lie....Thus 'tis clear that
you were great and sacred, but now you are looked upon as slaves, as fools,
as Helots; stones are thrown at you as at raving madmen, even in holy
places. A crowd of bird-catchers sets snares, traps, limed-twigs and nets of
all sorts for you; you are caught, you are sold in heaps and the buyers finger
you over to be certain you are fat. Again, if they would but serve you up
simply roasted; but they rasp cheese into a mixture of oil, vinegar and
laserwort, to which another sweet and greasy sauce is added, and the whole
is poured scalding hot over your back, for all the world as if you were
diseased meat.
f(1) One of the diviners sent to Sybaris (in Magna Graecia, S. Italy) with
the Athenian colonists, who rebuilt the town under the new name of
Thurium.
CHORUS Man, your words have made my heart bleed; I have groaned
over the treachery of our fathers, who knew not how to transmit to us the
high rank they held from their forefathers. But 'tis a benevolent Genius, a
happy Fate, that sends you to us; you shall be our deliverer and I place the
destiny of my little ones and my own in your hands with every confidence.
But hasten to tell me what must be done; we should not be worthy to live, if
we did not seek to regain our royalty by every possible means.
PISTHETAERUS First I advise that the birds gather together in one city
and that they build a wall of great bricks, like that at Babylon, round the

plains of the air and the whole region of space that divides earth from
heaven.
EPOPS Oh, Cebriones! oh, Porphyrion!(1) what a terribly strong place!
f(1) As if he were saying, "Oh, gods!" Like Lampon, he swears by the
birds, instead of swearing by the gods.—The names of these birds are those
of two of the Titans.
PISTHETAERUS Th(en), this being well done and completed, you
demand back the empire from Zeus; if he will not agree, if he refuses and
does not at once confess himself beaten, you declare a sacred war against
him and forbid the gods henceforward to pass through your country with
lust, as hitherto, for the purpose of fondling their Alcmenas, their Alopes, or
their Semeles!(1) if they try to pass through, you infibulate them with rings
so that they can work no longer. You send another messenger to mankind,
who will proclaim to them that the birds are kings, that for the future they
must first of all sacrifice to them, and only afterwards to the gods; that it is
fitting to appoint to each deity the bird that has most in common with it. For
instance, are they sacrificing to Aphrodite, let them at the same time offer
barley to the coot; are they immolating a sheep to Posidon, let them
consecrate wheat in honour of the duck;(2) is a steer being offered to
Heracles, let honey-cakes be dedicated to the gull;(3) is a goat being slain
for King Zeus, there is a King-Bird, the wren,(4) to whom the sacrifice of a
male gnat is due before Zeus himself even.
f(1) Alcmena, wife of Amphitryon, King of Thebes and mother of
Heracles.—Semele, the daughter of Cadmus and Hermione and mother of
Bacchus; both seduced by Zeus.—Alope, daughter of Cercyon, a robber,
who reigned at Eleusis and was conquered by Perseus. Alope was honoured
with Posidon's caresses; by him she had a son named Hippothous, at first
brought up by shepherds but who afterwards was restored to the throne of
his grandfather by Theseus.
f(2) Because water is the duck's domain, as it is that of Posidon.
f(3) Because the gull, like Heracles, is voracious.
f(4) The Germans still call it 'Zaunkonig' and the French 'roitelet,' both
names thus containing the idea of 'king.'
EUELPIDES This notion of an immolated gnat delights me! And now let
the great Zeus thunder!

EPOPS But how will mankind recognize us as gods and not as jays? Us,
who have wings and fly?
PISTHETAERUS You talk rubbish! Hermes is a god and has wings and
flies, and so do many other gods. First of all, Victory flies with golden
wings, Eros is undoubtedly winged too, and Iris is compared by Homer to a
timorous dove.(1) If men in their blindness do not recognize you as gods
and continue to worship the dwellers in Olympus, then a cloud of sparrows
greedy for corn must descend upon their fields and eat up all their seeds; we
shall see then if Demeter will mete them out any wheat.
f(1) The scholiast draws our attention to the fact that Homer says this of
Here and not of Iris (Iliad, V, 778); it is only another proof that the text of
Homer has reached us in a corrupted form, or it may be that Aristophanes
was liable, like other people, to occasional mistakes of quotation.
EUELPIDES By Zeus, she'll take good care she does not, and you will
see her inventing a thousand excuses.
PISTHETAERUS The crows too will prove your divinity to them by
pecking out the eyes of their flocks and of their draught-oxen; and then let
Apollo cure them, since he is a physician and is paid for the purpose.(1)
f(1) In sacrifices.
EUELPIDES Oh! don't do that! Wait first until I have sold my two young
bullocks.
PISTHETAERUS If on the other hand they recognize that you are God,
the principle of life, that you are Earth, Saturn, Posidon, they shall be
loaded with benefits.
EPOPS Name me one of these then.
PISTHETAERUS Firstly, the locusts shall not eat up their vine-blossoms;
a legion of owls and kestrels will devour them. Moreover, the gnats and the
gall-bugs shall no longer ravage the figs; a flock of thrushes shall swallow
the whole host down to the very last.
EPOPS And how shall we give wealth to mankind? This is their strongest
passion.
PISTHETAERUS When they consult the omens, you will point them to
the richest mines, you will reveal the paying ventures to the diviner, and not
another shipwreck will happen or sailor perish.

EPOPS No more shall perish? How is that?
PISTHETAERUS When the auguries are examined before starting on a
voyage, some bird will not fail to say, "Don't start! there will be a storm," or
else, "Go! you will make a most profitable venture."
EUELPIDES I shall buy a trading-vessel and go to sea, I will not stay
with you.
PISTHETAERUS You will discover treasures to them, which were buried
in former times, for you know them. Do not all men say, "None knows
where my treasure lies, unless perchance it be some bird."(1)
f(1) An Athenian proverb.
EUELPIDES I shall sell my boat and buy a spade to unearth the vessels.
EPOPS And how are we to give them health, which belongs to the gods?
PISTHETAERUS If they are happy, is not that the chief thing towards
health? The miserable man is never well.
EPOPS Old Age also dwells in Olympus. How will they get at it? Must
they die in early youth?
PISTHETAERUS Why, the birds, by Zeus, will add three hundred years
to their life.
EPOPS From whom will they take them?
PISTHETAERUS From whom? Why, from themselves. Don't you know
the cawing crow lives five times as long as a man?
EUELPIDES Ah! ah! these are far better kings for us than Zeus!
PISTHETAERUS Far better, are they not? And firstly, we shall not have
to build them temples of hewn stone, closed with gates of gold; they will
dwell amongst the bushes and in the thickets of green oak; the most
venerated of birds will have no other temple than the foliage of the olive
tree; we shall not go to Delphi or to Ammon to sacrifice;(1) but standing
erect in the midst of arbutus and wild olives and holding forth our hands
filled with wheat and barley, we shall pray them to admit us to a share of
the blessings they enjoy and shall at once obtain them for a few grains of
wheat.
f(1) A celebrated temple to Zeus in an oasis of Libya.
CHORUS Old man, whom I detested, you are now to me the dearest of
all; never shall I, if I can help it, fail to follow your advice. Inspirited by

your words, I threaten my rivals the gods, and I swear that if you march in
alliance with me against the gods and are faithful to our just, loyal and
sacred bond, we shall soon have shattered their sceptre. 'Tis our part to
undertake the toil, 'tis yours to advise.
EPOPS By Zeus! 'tis no longer the time to delay and loiter like Nicias;(1)
let us act as promptly as possible.... In the first place, come, enter my nest
built of brushwood and blades of straw, and tell me your names.
f(1) Nicias was commander, along with Demosthenes, and later on
Alcibiades, of the Athenian forces before Syracuse, in the ill-fated Sicilian
Expedition, 415-413 B.C. He was much blamed for dilatoriness and
indecision.
PISTHETAERUS That is soon done; my name is Pisthetaerus.
EPOPS And his?
PISTHETAERUS Euelpides, of the deme of Thria.
EPOPS Good! and good luck to you.
PISTHETAERUS We accept the omen.
EPOPS Come in here.
PISTHETAERUS Very well, 'tis you who lead us and must introduce us.
EPOPS Come then.
PISTHETAERUS Oh! my god! do come back here. Hi! tell us how we
are to follow you. You can fly, but we cannot.
EPOPS Well, well.
PISTHETAERUS Remember Aesop's fables. It is told there, that the fox
fared very ill, because he had made an alliance with the eagle.
EPOPS Be at ease. You shall eat a certain root and wings will grow on
your shoulders.
PISTHETAERUS Then let us enter. Xanthias and Manes,(1) pick up our
baggage.
f(1) Servants of Pisthetaerus and Euelpides.
CHORUS Hi! Epops! do you hear me?
EPOPS What's the matter?
CHORUS Take them off to dine well and call your mate, the melodious
Procne, whose songs are worthy of the Muses; she will delight our leisure

moments.
PISTHETAERUS Oh! I conjure you, accede to their wish; for this
delightful bird will leave her rushes at the sound of your voice; for the sake
of the gods, let her come here, so that we may contemplate the nightingale.
(1)
f(1) It has already been mentioned that, according to the legend followed
by Aristophanes, Procne had been changed into a nightingale and Philomela
into a swallow.
EPOPS Let it be as you desire. Come forth, Procne, show yourself to
these strangers.
PISTHETAERUS Oh! great Zeus! what a beautiful little bird! what a
dainty form! what brilliant plumage!(1)
f(1) The actor, representing Procne, was dressed out as a courtesan, but
wore a mask of a bird.
EUELPIDES Do you know how dearly I should like to splint her legs for
her?
PISTHETAERUS She is dazzling all over with gold, like a young girl.(1)
f(1) Young unmarried girls wore golden ornaments; the apparel of
married women was much simpler.
EUELPIDES Oh! how I should like to kiss her!
PISTHETAERUS Why, wretched man, she has two little sharp points on
her beak!
EUELPIDES I would treat her like an egg, the shell of which we remove
before eating it; I would take off her mask and then kiss her pretty face.
EPOPS Let us go in.
PISTHETAERUS Lead the way, and may success attend us.
CHORUS Lovable golden bird, whom I cherish above all others, you,
whom I associate with all my songs, nightingale, you have come, you have
come, to show yourself to me and to charm me with your notes. Come, you,
who play spring melodies upon the harmonious flute,(1) lead off our
anapaests.(2)
Weak mortals, chained to the earth, creatures of clay as frail as the
foliage of the woods, you unfortunate race, whose life is but darkness, as
unreal as a shadow, the illusion of a dream, hearken to us, who are immortal

beings, ethereal, ever young and occupied with eternal thoughts, for we
shall teach you about all celestial matters; you shall know thoroughly what
is the nature of the birds, what the origin of the gods, of the rivers, of
Erebus, and Chaos; thanks to us, even Prodicus(3) will envy you your
knowledge.
At the beginning there was only Chaos, Night, dark Erebus, and deep
Tartarus. Earth, the air and heaven had no existence. Firstly, black-winged
Night laid a germless egg in the bosom of the infinite deeps of Erebus, and
from this, after the revolution of long ages, sprang the graceful Eros with
his glittering golden wings, swift as the whirlwinds of the tempest. He
mated in deep Tartarus with dark Chaos, winged like himself, and thus
hatched forth our race, which was the first to see the light. That of the
Immortals did not exist until Eros had brought together all the ingredients
of the world, and from their marriage Heaven, Ocean, Earth and the
imperishable race of blessed gods sprang into being. Thus our origin is very
much older than that of the dwellers in Olympus. We are the offspring of
Eros; there are a thousand proofs to show it. We have wings and we lend
assistance to lovers. How many handsome youths, who had sworn to remain
insensible, have not been vanquished by our power and have yielded
themselves to their lovers when almost at the end of their youth, being led
away by the gift of a quail, a waterfowl, a goose, or a cock.(4)
And what important services do not the birds render to mortals! First of
all, they mark the seasons for them, springtime, winter, and autumn. Does
the screaming crane migrate to Libya,—it warns the husbandman to sow,
the pilot to take his ease beside his tiller hung up in his dwelling,(5) and
Orestes(6) to weave a tunic, so that the rigorous cold may not drive him any
more to strip other folk. When the kite reappears, he tells of the return of
spring and of the period when the fleece of the sheep must be clipped. Is the
swallow in sight? All hasten to sell their warm tunic and to buy some light
clothing. We are your Ammon, Delphi, Dodona, your Phoebus Apollo.(7)
Before undertaking anything, whether a business transaction, a marriage, or
the purchase of food, you consult the birds by reading the omens, and you
give this name of omen(8) to all signs that tell of the future. With you a
word is an omen, you call a sneeze an omen, a meeting an omen, an
unknown sound an omen, a slave or an ass an omen.(9) Is it not clear that
we are a prophetic Apollo to you? If you recognize us as gods, we shall be
your divining Muses, through us you will know the winds and the seasons,

summer, winter, and the temperate months. We shall not withdraw ourselves
to the highest clouds like Zeus, but shall be among you and shall give to
you and to your children and the children of your children, health and
wealth, long life, peace, youth, laughter, songs and feasts; in short, you will
all be so well off, that you will be weary and satiated with enjoyment.
Oh, rustic Muse of such varied note, tio, tio, tio, tiotinx, I sing with you
in the groves and on the mountain tops, tio, tio, tio, tio, tiotinx.(10) I poured
forth sacred strains from my golden throat in honour of the god Pan,(11) tio,
tio, tio, tiotinx, from the top of the thickly leaved ash, and my voice mingles
with the mighty choirs who extol Cybele on the mountain tops,(12)
tototototototototinx. 'Tis to our concerts that Phrynichus comes to pillage
like a bee the ambrosia of his songs, the sweetness of which so charms the
ear, tio, tio, tio, tio, tinx.
If there be one of you spectators who wishes to spend the rest of his life
quietly among the birds, let him come to us. All that is disgraceful and
forbidden by law on earth is on the contrary honourable among us, the
birds. For instance, among you 'tis a crime to beat your father, but with us
'tis an estimable deed; it's considered fine to run straight at your father and
hit him, saying, "Come, lift your spur if you want to fight."(13) The
runaway slave, whom you brand, is only a spotted francolin with us.(14)
Are you Phrygian like Spintharus?(15) Among us you would be the
Phrygian bird, the goldfinch, of the race of Philemon.(16) Are you a slave
and a Carian like Execestides? Among us you can create yourself fore-
fathers;(17) you can always find relations. Does the son of Pisias want to
betray the gates of the city to the foe? Let him become a partridge, the
fitting offspring of his father; among us there is no shame in escaping as
cleverly as a partridge.
So the swans on the banks of the Hebrus, tio, tio, tio, tio, tiotinx, mingle
their voices to serenade Apollo, tio, tio, tio, tio. tiotinx, flapping their wings
the while, tio, tio, tio, tio, tiotinx; their notes reach beyond the clouds of
heaven; all the dwellers in the forest stand still with astonishment and
delight; a calm rests upon the waters, and the Graces and the choirs in
Olympus catch up the strain, tio, tio, tio, tio, tiotinx.
There is nothing more useful nor more pleasant than to have wings. To
begin with, just let us suppose a spectator to be dying with hunger and to be
weary of the choruses of the tragic poets; if he were winged, he would fly

off, go home to dine and come back with his stomach filled. Some
Patroclides in urgent need would not have to soil his cloak, but could fly
off, satisfy his requirements, and, having recovered his breath, return. If one
of you, it matters not who, had adulterous relations and saw the husband of
his mistress in the seats of the senators, he might stretch his wings, fly
thither, and, having appeased his craving, resume his place. Is it not the
most priceless gift of all, to be winged? Look at Diitrephes!(18) His wings
were only wicker-work ones, and yet he got himself chosen Phylarch and
then Hipparch; from being nobody, he has risen to be famous; 'tis now the
finest gilded cock of his tribe.(19)
f(1) The actor, representing Procne, was a flute-player.
f(2) The parabasis.
f(3) A sophist of the island of Ceos, a disciple of Protagoras, as
celebrated for his knowledge as for his eloquence. The Athenians
condemned him to death as a corrupter of youth in 396 B.C.
f(4) Lovers were wont to make each other presents of birds. The cock and
the goose are mentioned, of course, in jest.
f(5) i.e. that it gave notice of the approach of winter, during which season
the Ancients did not venture to sea.
f(6) A notorious robber.
f(7) Meaning, "We are your oracles." —Dodona was an oracle in Epirus.
—The temple of Zeus there was surrounded by a dense forest, all the trees
of which were endowed with the gift of prophecy; both the sacred oaks and
the pigeons that lived in them answered the questions of those who came to
consult the oracle in pure Greek.
f(8) The Greek word for 'omen' is the same as that for 'bird.'
f(9) A satire on the passion of the Greeks for seeing an omen in
everything.
f(10) An imitation of the nightingale's song.
f(11) God of the groves and wilds.
f(12) The 'Mother of the Gods'; roaming the mountains, she held dances,
always attended by Pan and his accompanying rout of Fauns and Satyrs.
f(13) An allusion to cock-fighting; the birds are armed with brazen spurs.

f(14) An allusion to the spots on this bird, which resemble the scars left
by a branding iron.
f(15) He was of Asiatic origin, but wished to pass for an Athenian.
f(16) Or Philamnon, King of Thrace; the scholiast remarks that the
Phrygians and the Thracians had a common origin.
f(17) The Greek word here is also the name of a little bird.
f(18) A basket-maker who had become rich.—The Phylarchs were the
headmen of the tribes. They presided at the private assemblies and were
charged with the management of the treasury.—The Hipparchs, as the name
implies, were the leaders of the cavalry; there were only two of these in the
Athenian army.
f(19) He had become a senator.
PISTHETAERUS Halloa! What's this? By Zeus! I never saw anything so
funny in all my life.(1)
f(1) Pisthetaerus and Euelpides now both return with wings.
EUELPIDES What makes you laugh?
PISTHETAERUS 'Tis your bits of wings. D'you know what you look
like? Like a goose painted by some dauber-fellow.
EUELPIDES And you look like a close-shaven blackbird.
PISTHETAERUS 'Tis ourselves asked for this transformation, and, as
Aeschylus has it, "These are no borrowed feathers, but truly our own."(1)
f(1) Meaning, 'tis we who wanted to have these wings.—The verse from
Aeschylus, quoted here, is taken from 'The Myrmidons,' a tragedy of which
only a few fragments remain.
EPOPS Come now, what must be done?
PISTHETAERUS First give our city a great and famous name, then
sacrifice to the gods.
EUELPIDES I think so too.
EPOPS Let's see. What shall our city be called?
PISTHETAERUS Will you have a high-sounding Laconian name? Shall
we call it Sparta?
EUELPIDES What! call my town Sparta? Why, I would not use esparto
for my bed,(1) even though I had nothing but bands of rushes.

f(1) The Greek word signified the city of Sparta, and also a kind of
broom used for weaving rough matting, which served for the beds of the
very poor.
PISTHETAERUS Well then, what name can you suggest?
EUELPIDES Some name borrowed from the clouds, from these lofty
regions in which we dwell—in short, some well-known name.
PISTHETAERUS Do you like Nephelococcygia?(1)
f(1) A fanciful name constructed from (the word for) a cloud, and (the
word for) a cuckoo; thus a city of clouds and cuckoos.—'Wolkenkukelheim'
is a clever approximation in German. Cloud-cuckoo-town, perhaps, is the
best English equivalent.
EPOPS Oh! capital! truly 'tis a brilliant thought!
EUELPIDES Is it in Nephelococcygia that all the wealth of Theovenes(1)
and most of Aeschines'(2) is?
f(1) He was a boaster nicknamed 'smoke,' because he promised a great
deal and never kept his word.
f(2) Also mentioned in 'The Wasps.'
PISTHETAERUS No, 'tis rather the plain of Phlegra,(1) where the gods
withered the pride of the sons of the Earth with their shafts.
f(1) Because the war of the Titans against the gods was only a fiction of
the poets.
EUELPIDES Oh! what a splendid city! But what god shall be its patron?
for whom shall we weave the peplus?(1)
f(1) A sacred cloth, with which the statue of Athene in the Acropolis was
draped.
PISTHETAERUS Why not choose Athene Polias?(1)
f(1) Meaning, to be patron-goddess of the city. Athene had a temple of
this name.
EUELPIDES Oh! what a well-ordered town 'twould be to have a female
deity armed from head to foot, while Clisthenes(1) was spinning!
f(1) An Athenian effeminate, frequently ridiculed by Aristophanes.
PISTHETAERUS Who then shall guard the Pelargicon?(1)
f(1) This was the name of the wall surrounding the Acropolis.

EPOPS One of us, a bird of Persian strain, who is everywhere proclaimed
to be the bravest of all, a true chick of Ares.(1)
f(1) i.e. the fighting cock.
EUELPIDES Oh! noble chick! What a well-chosen god for a rocky
home!
PISTHETAERUS Come! into the air with you to help the workers who
are building the wall; carry up rubble, strip yourself to mix the mortar, take
up the hod, tumble down the ladder, an you like, post sentinels, keep the fire
smouldering beneath the ashes, go round the walls, bell in hand,(1) and go
to sleep up there yourself; then d(i)spatch two heralds, one to the gods
above, the other to mankind on earth and come back here.
f(1) To waken the sentinels, who might else have fallen asleep.—There
are several merry contradictions in the various parts of this list of
injunctions.
EUELPIDES As for yourself, remain here, and may the plague take you
for a troublesome fellow!
PISTHETAERUS Go, friend, go where I send you, for without you my
orders cannot be obeyed. For myself, I want to sacrifice to the new god, and
I am going to summon the priest who must preside at the ceremony. Slaves!
slaves! bring forward the basket and the lustral water.
CHORUS I do as you do, and I wish as you wish, and I implore you to
address powerful and solemn prayers to the gods, and in addition to
immolate a sheep as a token of our gratitude. Let us sing the Pythian chant
in honour of the god, and let Chaeris accompany our voices.
PISTHETAERUS (TO THE FLUTE-PLAYER) Enough! but, by
Heracles! what is this? Great gods! I have seen many prodigious things, but
I never saw a muzzled raven.(1)
f(1) In allusion to the leather strap which flute-players wore to constrict
the cheeks and add to the power of the breath. The performer here no doubt
wore a raven's mask.
EPOPS Priest! 'tis high time! Sacrifice to the new gods.
PRIEST I begin, but where is he with the basket? Pray to the Vesta of the
birds, to the kite, who presides over the hearth, and to all the god and
goddess-birds who dwell in Olympus.

CHORUS Oh! Hawk, the sacred guardian of Sunium, oh, god of the
storks!
PRIEST Pray to the swan of Delos, to Latona the mother of the quails,
and to Artemis, the goldfinch.
PISTHETAERUS 'Tis no longer Artemis Colaenis, but Artemis the
goldfinch.(1)
f(1) Hellanicus, the Mitylenian historian, tells that this surname of
Artemis is derived from Colaenus, King of Athens before Cecrops and a
descendant of Hermes. In obedience to an oracle he erected a temple to the
goddess, invoking her as Artemis Colaenis (the Artemis of Colaenus).
PRIEST And to Bacchus, the finch and Cybele, the ostrich and mother of
the gods and mankind.
CHORUS Oh! sovereign ostrich, Cybele, The mother of Cleocritus,(1)
grant health and safety to the Nephelococcygians as well as to the dwellers
in Chios...
f(1) This Cleocritus, says the scholiast, was long-necked and strutted like
an ostrich.
PISTHETAERUS The dwellers in Chios! Ah! I am delighted they should
be thus mentioned on all occasions.(1)
f(1) The Chians were the most faithful allies of Athens, and hence their
name was always mentioned in prayers, decrees, etc.
CHORUS ...to the heroes, the birds, to the sons of heroes, to the
porphyrion, the pelican, the spoon-bill, the redbreast, the grouse, the
peacock, the horned-owl, the teal, the bittern, the heron, the stormy petrel,
the fig-pecker, the titmouse...
PISTHETAERUS Stop! stop! you drive me crazy with your endless list.
Why, wretch, to what sacred feast are you inviting the vultures and the sea-
eagles? Don't you see that a single kite could easily carry off the lot at
once? Begone, you and your fillets and all; I shall know how to complete
the sacrifice by myself.
PRIEST It is imperative that I sing another sacred chant for the rite of the
lustral water, and that I invoke the immortals, or at least one of them,
provided always that you have some suitable food to offer him; from what I
see here, in the shape of gifts, there is naught whatever but horn and hair.

PISTHETAERUS Let us address our sacrifices and our prayers to the
winged gods.
A POET Oh, Muse! celebrate happy Nephelococcygia in your hymns.
PISTHETAERUS What have we here? Where did you come from, tell
me? Who are you?
POET I am he whose language is sweeter than honey, the zealous slave
of the Muses, as Homer has it.
PISTHETAERUS You a slave! and yet you wear your hair long?
POET No, but the fact is all we poets are the assiduous slaves of the
Muses, according to Homer.
PISTHETAERUS In truth your little cloak is quite holy too through zeal!
But, poet, what ill wind drove you here?
POET I have composed verses in honour of your Nephelococcygia, a
host of splendid dithyrambs and parthenians(1) worthy of Simonides
himself.
f(1) Verses sung by maidens.
PISTHETAERUS And when did you compose them? How long since?
POET Oh! 'tis long, aye, very long, that I have sung in honour of this
city.
PISTHETAERUS But I am only celebrating its foundation with this
sacrifice;(1) I have only just named it, as is done with little babies.
f(1) This ceremony took place on the tenth day after birth, and may be
styled the pagan baptism.
POET "Just as the chargers fly with the speed of the wind, so does the
voice of the Muses take its flight. Oh! thou noble founder of the town of
Aetna,(1) thou, whose name recalls the holy sacrifices,(2) make us such gift
as thy generous heart shall suggest."
f(1) Hiero, tyrant of Syracuse.—This passage is borrowed from Pindar.
f(2) (Hiero) in Greek means 'sacrifice.'
PISTHETAERUS He will drive us silly if we do not get rid of him by
some present. Here! you, who have a fur as well as your tunic, take it off
and give it to this clever poet. Come, take this fur; you look to me to be
shivering with cold.

POET My Muse will gladly accept this gift; but engrave these verses of
Pindar's on your mind.
PISTHETAERUS Oh! what a pest! 'Tis impossible then to be rid of him!
POET "Straton wanders among the Scythian nomads, but has no linen
garment. He is sad at only wearing an animal's pelt and no tunic." Do you
conceive my bent?
PISTHETAERUS I understand that you want me to offer you a tunic. Hi!
you (TO EUELPIDES), take off yours; we must help the poet.... Come,
you, take it and begone.
POET I am going, and these are the verses that I address to this city:
"Phoebus of the golden throne, celebrate this shivery, freezing city; I have
travelled through fruitful and snow-covered plains. Tralala! Tralala!"(1)
f(1) A parody of poetic pathos, not to say bathos.
PISTHETAERUS What are you chanting us about frosts? Thanks to the
tunic, you no longer fear them. Ah! by Zeus! I could not have believed this
cursed fellow could so soon have learnt the way to our city. Come, priest,
take the lustral water and circle the altar.
PRIEST Let all keep silence!
A PROPHET Let not the goat be sacrificed.(1)
f(1) Which the priest was preparing to sacrifice.
PISTHETAERUS Who are you?
PROPHET Who am I? A prophet.
PISTHETAERUS Get you gone.
PROPHET Wretched man, insult not sacred things. For there is an oracle
of Bacis, which exactly applies to Nephelococcygia.
PISTHETAERUS Why did you not reveal it to me before I founded my
city?
PROPHET The divine spirit was against it.
PISTHETAERUS Well, 'tis best to know the terms of the oracle.
PROPHET "But when the wolves and the white crows shall dwell
together between Corinth and Sicyon..."
PISTHETAERUS But how do the Corinthians concern me?

PROPHET 'Tis the regions of the air that Bacis indicated in this manner.
"They must first sacrifice a white-fleeced goat to Pandora, and give the
prophet, who first reveals my words, a good cloak and new sandals."
PISTHETAERUS Are the sandals there?
PROPHET Read. "And besides this a goblet of wine and a good share of
the entrails of the victim."
PISTHETAERUS Of the entrails—is it so written?
PROPHET Read. "If you do as I command, divine youth, you shall be an
eagle among the clouds; if not, you shall be neither turtle-dove, nor eagle,
nor woodpecker."
PISTHETAERUS Is all that there?
PROPHET Read.
PISTHETAERUS This oracle in no sort of way resembles the one Apollo
dictated to me: "If an impostor comes without invitation to annoy you
during the sacrifice and to demand a share of the victim, apply a stout stick
to his ribs."
PROPHET You are drivelling.
PISTHETAERUS "And don't spare him, were he an eagle from out of the
clouds, were it Lampon(1) himself or the great Diopithes."(2)
f(1) Noted Athenian diviner, who, when the power was still shared
between Thucydides and Pericles, predicted that it would soon be centred in
the hands of the latter; his ground for this prophecy was the sight of a ram
with a single horn.
f(2) No doubt another Athenian diviner, and possibly the same person
whom Aristophanes names in 'The Knights' and 'The Wasps' as being a
thief.
PROPHET Is all that there?
PISTHETAERUS Here, read it yourself, and go and hang yourself.
PROPHET Oh! unfortunate wretch that I am.
PISTHETAERUS Away with you, and take your prophecies elsewhere.
METON(1) I have come to you.
f(1) A celebrated geometrician and astronomer.

PISTHETAERUS Yet another pest! What have you come to do? What's
your plan? What's the purpose of your journey? Why these splendid
buskins?
METON I want to survey the plains of the air for you and to parcel them
into lots.
PISTHETAERUS In the name of the gods, who are you?
METON Who am I? Meton, known throughout Greece and at Colonus.
(1)
f(1) A deme contiguous to Athens. It is as though he said, "Well known
throughout all England and at Croydon.
PISTHETAERUS What are these things?
METON Tools for measuring the air. In truth, the spaces in the air have
precisely the form of a furnace. With this bent ruler I draw a line from top
to bottom; from one of its points I describe a circle with the compass. Do
you understand?
PISTHETAERUS Not the very least.
METON With the straight ruler I set to work to inscribe a square within
this circle; in its centre will be the market-place, into which all the straight
streets will lead, converging to this centre like a star, which, although only
orbicular, sends forth its rays in a straight line from all sides.
PISTHETAERUS Meton, you new Thales...(1)
f(1) Thales was no less famous as a geometrician than he was as a sage.
METON What d'you want with me?
PISTHETAERUS I want to give you a proof of my friendship. Use your
legs.
METON Why, what have I to fear?
PISTHETAERUS 'Tis the same here as in Sparta. Strangers are driven
away, and blows rain down as thick as hail.
METON Is there sedition in your city?
PISTHETAERUS No, certainly not.
METON What's wrong then?
PISTHETAERUS We are agreed to sweep all quacks and impostors far
from our borders.

METON Then I'm off.
PISTHETAERUS I fear 'tis too late. The thunder growls already. (BEATS
HIM.)
METON Oh, woe! oh, woe!
PISTHETAERUS I warned you. Now, be off, and do your surveying
somewhere else. (METON TAKES TO HIS HEELS.)
AN INSPECTOR Where are the Proxeni?(1)
f(1) Officers of Athens, whose duty was to protect strangers who came on
political or other business, and see to their interests generally.
PISTHETAERUS Who is this Sardanapalus?(1)
f(1) He addresses the inspector thus because of the royal and magnificent
manners he assumes.
INSPECTOR I have been appointed by lot to come to Nephelococcygia
as inspector.(1)
f(1) Magistrates appointed to inspect the tributary towns.
PISTHETAERUS An inspector! and who sends you here, you rascal?
INSPECTOR A decree of T(e)leas.(1)
f(1) A much-despised citizen, already mentioned. He ironically supposes
him invested with the powers of an Archon, which ordinarily were entrusted
only to men of good repute.
PISTHETAERUS Will you just pocket your salary, do nothing, and be
off?
INSPECTOR I' faith! that I will; I am urgently needed to be at Athens to
attend the assembly; for I am charged with the interests of Pharnaces.(1)
f(1) A Persian satrap.—An allusion to certain orators, who, bribed with
Asiatic gold, had often defended the interests of the foe in the Public
Assembly.
PISTHETAERUS Take it then, and be off. See, here is your salary.
(BEATS HIM.)
INSPECTOR What does this mean?
PISTHETAERUS 'Tis the assembly where you have to defend Pharnaces.
INSPECTOR You shall testify that they dare to strike me, the inspector.

PISTHETAERUS Are you not going to clear out with your urns? 'Tis not
to be believed; they send us inspectors before we have so much as paid
sacrifice to the gods.
A DEALER IN DECREES "If the Nephelococcygian does wrong to the
Athenian..."
PISTHETAERUS Now whatever are these cursed parchments?
DEALER IN DECREES I am a dealer in decrees, and I have come here
to sell you the new laws.
PISTHETAERUS Which?
DEALER IN DECREES "The Nephelococcygians shall adopt the same
weights, measures and decrees as the Olophyxians."(1)
f(1) A Macedonian people in the peninsula of Chalcidice. This name is
chosen because of its similarity to the Greek word (for) 'to groan.' It is from
another verb, meaning the same thing, that Pisthetaerus coins the name of
Ototyxians, i.e. groaners, because he is about to beat the dealer.—The
mother-country had the right to impose any law it chose upon its colonies.
PISTHETAERUS And you shall soon be imitating the Ototyxians.
(BEATS HIM.)
DEALER IN DECREES Hullo! what are you doing?
PISTHETAERUS Now will you be off with your decrees? For I am
going to let YOU see some severe ones.
INSPECTOR (RETURNING) I summon Pisthetaerus for outrage for the
month of Munychion.(1)
f(1) Corresponding to our month of April.
PISTHETAERUS Ha! my friend! are you still there?
DEALER IN DECREES "Should anyone drive away the magistrates and
not receive them, according to the decree duly posted..."
PISTHETAERUS What! rascal! you are there too?
INSPECTOR Woe to you! I'll have you condemned to a fine of ten
thousand drachmae.
PISTHETAERUS And I'll smash your urns.(1)
f(1) Which the inspector had brought with him for the purpose of
inaugurating the assemblies of the people or some tribunal.

INSPECTOR Do you recall that evening when you stooled against the
column where the decrees are posted?
PISTHETAERUS Here! here! let him be seized. (THE INSPECTOR
RUNS OFF.) Well! don't you want to stop any longer?
PRIEST Let us get indoors as quick as possible; we will sacrifice the goat
inside.(1)
f(1) So that the sacrifices might no longer be interrupted.
CHORUS Henceforth it is to me that mortals must address their
sacrifices and their prayers. Nothing escapes my sight nor my might. My
glance embraces the universe, I preserve the fruit in the flower by
destroying the thousand kinds of voracious insects the soil produces, which
attack the trees and feed on the germ when it has scarcely formed in the
calyx; I destroy those who ravage the balmy terrace gardens like a deadly
plague; all these gnawing crawling creatures perish beneath the lash of my
wing. I hear it proclaimed everywhere: "A talent for him who shall kill
Diagoras of Melos,(1) and a talent for him who destroys one of the dead
tyrants."(2) We likewise wish to make our proclamation: "A talent to him
among you who shall kill Philocrates, the Struthian;(3) four, if he brings
him to us alive. For this Philocrates skewers the finches together and sells
them at the rate of an obolus for seven. He tortures the thrushes by blowing
them out, so that they may look bigger, sticks their own feathers into the
nostrils of blackbirds, and collects pigeons, which he shuts up and forces
them, fastened in a net, to decoy others." That is what we wish to proclaim.
And if anyone is keeping birds shut up in his yard, let him hasten to let
them loose; those who disobey shall be seized by the birds and we shall put
them in chains, so that in their turn they may decoy other men.
Happy indeed is the race of winged birds who need no cloak in winter!
Neither do I fear the relentless rays of the fiery dog-days; when the divine
grasshopper, intoxicated with the sunlight, when noon is burning the
ground, is breaking out into shrill melody; my home is beneath the foliage
in the flowery meadows. I winter in deep caverns, where I frolic with the
mountain nymphs, while in spring I despoil the gardens of the Graces and
gather the white, virgin berry on the myrtle bushes.
I want now to speak to the judges about the prize they are going to
award; if they are favourable to us, we will load them with benefits far
greater than those Paris(4) received. Firstly, the owls of Laurium,(5) which

every judge desires above all things, shall never be wanting to you; you
shall see them homing with you, building their nests in your money-bags
and laying coins. Besides, you shall be housed like the gods, for we shall
erect gables(6) over your dwellings; if you hold some public post and want
to do a little pilfering, we will give you the sharp claws of a hawk. Are you
dining in town, we will provide you with crops.(7) But, if your award is
against us, don't fail to have metal covers fashioned for yourselves, like
those they place over statues;(8) else, look out! for the day you wear a white
tunic all the birds will soil it with their droppings.
f(1) A disciple of Democrites; he passed over from superstition to
atheism. The injustice and perversity of mankind led him to deny the
existence of the gods, to lay bare the mysteries and to break the idols. The
Athenians had put a price on his head, so he left Greece and perished soon
afterwards in a storm at sea.
f(2) By this jest Aristophanes means to imply that tyranny is dead, and
that no one aspires to despotic power, though this silly accusation was
constantly being raised by the demagogues and always favourably received
by the populace.
f(3) A poulterer.—Strouthian, used in joke to designate him, as if from
the name of his 'deme,' is derived from (the Greek for) 'a sparrow.' The
birds' foe is thus grotesquely furnished with an ornithological surname.
f(4) From Aphrodite (Venus), to whom he had awarded the apple, prize
of beauty, in the contest of the "goddesses three."
f(5) Laurium was an Athenian deme at the extremity of the Attic
peninsula containing valuable silver mines, the revenues of which were
largely employed in the maintenance of the fleet and payment of the crews.
The "owls of Laurium," of course, mean pieces of money; the Athenian
coinage was stamped with a representation of an owl, the bird of Athene.
f(6) A pun, impossible to keep in English, on the two meanings of (the
Greek) word which signifies both an eagle and the gable of a house or
pediment of a temple.
f(7) That is, birds' crops, into which they could stow away plenty of good
things.
f(8) The Ancients appear to have placed metal discs over statues standing
in the open air, to save them from injury from the weather, etc.

PISTHETAERUS Birds! the sacrifice is propitious. But I see no
messenger coming from the wall to tell us what is happening. Ah! here
comes one running himself out of breath as though he were running the
Olympic stadium.
MESSENGER Where, where is he? Where, where, where is he? Where,
where, where is he? Where is Pisthetaerus, our leader?
PISTHETAERUS Here am I.
MESSENGER The wall is finished.
PISTHETAERUS That's good news.
MESSENGER 'Tis a most beautiful, a most magnificent work of art. The
wall is so broad that Proxenides, the Braggartian, and Theogenes could pass
each other in their chariots, even if they were drawn by steeds as big as the
Trojan horse.
PISTHETAERUS 'Tis wonderful!
MESSENGER Its length is one hundred stadia; I measured it myself.
PISTHETAERUS A decent length, by Posidon! And who built such a
wall?
MESSENGER Birds—birds only; they had neither Egyptian brickmaker,
nor stone-mason, nor carpenter; the birds did it all themselves; I could
hardly believe my eyes. Thirty thousand cranes came from Libya with a
supply of stones,(1) intended for the foundations. The water-rails chiselled
them with their beaks. Ten thousand storks were busy making bricks;
plovers and other water fowl carried water into the air.
f(1) So as not to be carried away by the wind when crossing the sea,
cranes are popularly supposed to ballast themselves with stones, which they
carry in their beaks.
PISTHETAERUS And who carried the mortar?
MESSENGER Herons, in hods.
PISTHETAERUS But how could they put the mortar into hods?
MESSENGER Oh! 'twas a truly clever invention; the geese used their
feet like spades; they buried them in the pile of mortar and then emptied
them into the hods.
PISTHETAERUS Ah! to what use cannot feet be put?(1)

f(1) Pisthetaerus modifies the Greek proverbial saying, "To what use
cannot hands be put?"
MESSENGER You should have seen how eagerly the ducks carried
bricks. To complete the tale, the swallows came flying to the work, their
beaks full of mortar and their trowel on their back, just the way little
children are carried.
PISTHETAERUS Who would want paid servants after this? But tell me,
who did the woodwork?
MESSENGER Birds again, and clever carpenters too, the pelicans, for
they squared up the gates with their beaks in such a fashion that one would
have thought they were using axes; the noise was just like a dockyard. Now
the whole wall is tight everywhere, securely bolted and well guarded; it is
patrolled, bell in hand; the sentinels stand everywhere and beacons burn on
the towers. But I must run off to clean myself; the rest is your business.
CHORUS Well! what do you say to it? Are you not astonished at the wall
being completed so quickly?
PISTHETAERUS By the gods, yes, and with good reason. 'Tis really not
to be believed. But here comes another messenger from the wall to bring us
some further news! What a fighting look he has!
SECOND MESSENGER Oh! oh! oh! oh! oh! oh!
PISTHETAERUS What's the matter?
SECOND MESSENGER A horrible outrage has occurred; a god sent by
Zeus has passed through our gates and has penetrated the realms of the air
without the knowledge of the jays, who are on guard in the daytime.
PISTHETAERUS 'Tis an unworthy and criminal deed. What god was it?
SECOND MESSENGER We don't know that. All we know is, that he has
got wings.
PISTHETAERUS Why were not guards sent against him at once?
SECOND MESSENGER We have d(i)spatched thirty thousand hawks of
the legion of Mounted Archers.(1) All the hook-clawed birds are moving
against him, the kestrel, the buzzard, the vulture, the great-horned owl; they
cleave the air, so that it resounds with the flapping of their wings; they are
looking everywhere for the god, who cannot be far away; indeed, if I
mistake not, he is coming from yonder side.

f(1) A corps of Athenian cavalry was so named.
PISTHETAERUS All arm themselves with slings and bows! This way, all
our soldiers; shoot and strike! Some one give me a sling!
CHORUS War, a terrible war is breaking out between us and the gods!
Come, let each one guard Air, the son of Erebus,(1) in which the clouds
float. Take care no immortal enters it without your knowledge. Scan all
sides with your glance. Hark! methinks I can hear the rustle of the swift
wings of a god from heaven.
f(1) Chaos, Night, Tartarus, and Erebus alone existed in the beginning;
Eros was born from Night and Erebus, and he wedded Chaos and begot
Earth, Air, and Heaven; so runs the fable.
PISTHETAERUS Hi! you woman! where are you flying to? Halt, don't
stir! keep motionless! not a beat of your wing!—Who are you and from
what country? You must say whence you come.(1)
f(1) Iris appears from the top of the stage and arrests her flight in mid-
career.
IRIS I come from the abode of the Olympian gods.
PISTHETAERUS What's your name, ship or cap?(1)
f(1) Ship, because of her wings, which resemble oars; cap, because she
no doubt wore the head-dress (as a messenger of the gods) with which
Hermes is generally depicted.
IRIS I am swift Iris.
PISTHETAERUS Paralus or Salaminia?(1)
f(1) The names of the two sacred galleys which carried Athenian officials
on State business.
IRIS What do you mean?
PISTHETAERUS Let a buzzard rush at her and seize her.(1)
f(1) A buzzard is named in order to raise a laugh, the Greek name also
meaning, etymologically, provided with three testicles, vigorous in love.
IRIS Seize me! But what do all these insults mean?
PISTHETAERUS Woe to you!
IRIS 'Tis incomprehensible.

PISTHETAERUS By which gate did you pass through the wall, wretched
woman?
IRIS By which gate? Why, great gods, I don't know.
PISTHETAERUS You hear how she holds us in derision. Did you present
yourself to the officers in command of the jays? You don't answer. Have
you a permit, bearing the seal of the storks?
IRIS Am I awake?
PISTHETAERUS Did you get one?
IRIS Are you mad?
PISTHETAERUS No head-bird gave you a safe-conduct?
IRIS A safe-conduct to me, you poor fool!
PISTHETAERUS Ah! and so you slipped into this city on the sly and
into these realms of air-land that don't belong to you.
IRIS And what other roads can the gods travel?
PISTHETAERUS By Zeus! I know nothing about that, not I. But they
won't pass this way. And you still dare to complain! Why, if you were
treated according to your deserts, no Iris would ever have more justly
suffered death.
IRIS I am immortal.
PISTHETAERUS You would have died nevertheless.—Oh! 'twould be
truly intolerable! What! should the universe obey us and the gods alone
continue their insolence and not understand that they must submit to the law
of the strongest in their due turn? But tell me, where are you flying to?
IRIS I? The messenger of Zeus to mankind, I am going to tell them to
sacrifice sheep and oxen on the altars and to fill their streets with the rich
smoke of burning fat.
PISTHETAERUS Of which gods are you speaking?
IRIS Of which? Why, of ourselves, the gods of heaven.
PISTHETAERUS You, gods?
IRIS Are there others then?
PISTHETAERUS Men now adore the birds as gods, and 'tis to them, by
Zeus, that they must offer sacrifices, and not to Zeus at all!

IRIS Oh! fool! fool! Rouse not the wrath of the gods, for 'tis terrible
indeed. Armed with the brand of Zeus, Justice would annihilate your race;
the lightning would strike you as it did Licymnius and consume both your
body and the porticos of your palace.(1)
f(1) Iris' reply is a parody of the tragic style.—'Lycimnius' is, according
to the scholiast, the title of a tragedy by Euripides, which is about a ship
that is struck by lightning.
PISTHETAERUS Here! that's enough tall talk. Just you listen and keep
quiet! Do you take me for a Lydian or a Phrygian(1) and think to frighten
me with your big words? Know, that if Zeus worries me again, I shall go at
the head of my eagles, who are armed with lightning, and reduce his
dwelling and that of Amphion to cinders.(2) I shall send more than six
hundred porphyrions clothed in leopards' skins(3) up to heaven against him;
and formerly a single Porphyrion gave him enough to do. As for you, his
messenger, if you annoy me, I shall begin by stretching your legs asunder,
and so conduct myself, Iris though you be, that despite my age, you will be
astonished. I will show you something that will make you three times over.
f(1) i.e. for a poltroon, like the slaves, most of whom came to Athens
from these countries.
f(2) A parody of a passage in the lost tragedy of 'Niobe' of Aeschylus.
f(3) Because this bird has a spotted plumage.—Porphyrion is also the
name of one of the Titans who tried to storm heave.
IRIS May you perish, you wretch, you and your infamous words!
PISTHETAERUS Won't you be off quickly? Come, stretch your wings or
look out for squalls!
IRIS If my father does not punish you for your insults...
PISTHETAERUS Ha!... but just you be off elsewhere to roast younger
folk than us with your lightning.
CHORUS We forbid the gods, the sons of Zeus, to pass through our city
and the mortals to send them the smoke of their sacrifices by this road.
PISTHETAERUS 'Tis odd that the messenger we sent to the mortals has
never returned.
HERALD Oh! blessed Pisthetaerus, very wise, very illustrious, very
gracious, thrice happy, very... Come, prompt me, somebody, do.

PISTHETAERUS Get to your story!
HERALD All peoples are filled with admiration for your wisdom, and
they award you this golden crown.
PISTHETAERUS I accept it. But tell me, why do the people admire me?
HERALD Oh you, who have founded so illustrious a city in the air, you
know not in what esteem men hold you and how many there are who burn
with desire to dwell in it. Before your city was built, all men had a mania
for Sparta; long hair and fasting were held in honour, men went dirty like
Socrates and carried staves. Now all is changed. Firstly, as soon as 'tis
dawn, they all spring out of bed together to go and seek their food, the same
as you do; then they fly off towards the notices and finally devour the
decrees. The bird-madness is so clear, that many actually bear the names of
birds. There is a halting victualler, who styles himself the partridge;
Menippus calls himself the swallow; Opuntius the one-eyed crow; Philocles
the lark; Theogenes the fox-goose; Lycurgus the ibis; Chaerephon the bat;
Syracosius the magpie; Midias the quail;(1) indeed he looks like a quail that
has been hit hard over the head. Out of love for the birds they repeat all the
songs which concern the swallow, the teal, the goose or the pigeon; in each
verse you see wings, or at all events a few feathers. This is what is
happening down there. Finally, there are more than ten thousand folk who
are coming here from earth to ask you for feathers and hooked claws; so,
mind you supply yourself with wings for the immigrants.
f(1) All these surnames bore some relation to the character or the build of
the individual to whom the poet applies them.—Chaerephon, Socrates'
disciple, was of white and ashen hue.—Opuntius was one-eyed.—
Syracosius was a braggart.—Midias had a passion for quail-fights, and,
besides, resembled that bird physically.
PISTHETAERUS Ah! by Zeus, 'tis not the time for idling. Go as quick as
possible and fill every hamper, every basket you can find with wings.
Manes(1) will bring them to me outside the walls, where I will welcome
those who present themselves.
f(1) Pisthetaerus' servant, already mentioned.
CHORUS This town will soon be inhabited by a crowd of men.
PISTHETAERUS If fortune favours us.
CHORUS Folk are more and more delighted with it.

PISTHETAERUS Come, hurry up and bring them along.
CHORUS Will not man find here everything that can please him—
wisdom, love, the divine Graces, the sweet face of gentle peace?
PISTHETAERUS Oh! you lazy servant! won't you hurry yourself?
CHORUS Let a basket of wings be brought speedily. Come, beat him as I
do, and put some life into him; he is as lazy as an ass.
PISTHETAERUS Aye, Manes is a great craven.
CHORUS Begin by putting this heap of wings in order; divide them in
three parts according to the birds from whom they came; the singing, the
prophetic(1) and the aquatic birds; then you must take care to distribute
them to the men according to their character.
f(1) From the inspection of which auguries were taken, e.g. the eagles,
the vultures, the crows.
PISTHETAERUS (TO MANES) Oh! by the kestrels! I can keep my
hands off you no longer; you are too slow and lazy altogether.
A PARRICIDE(1) Oh! might I but become an eagle, who soars in the
skies! Oh! might I fly above the azure waves of the barren sea!(2)
f(1) Or rather, a young man who contemplated parricide.
f(2) A parody of verses in Sophocles 'Oenomaus.'
PISTHETAERUS Ha! 'twould seem the news was true; I hear someone
coming who talks of wings.
PARRICIDE Nothing is more charming than to fly; I burn with desire to
live under the same laws as the birds; I am bird-mad and fly towards you,
for I want to live with you and to obey your laws.
PISTHETAERUS Which laws? The birds have many laws.
PARRICIDE All of them; but the one that pleases me most is, that among
the birds it is considered a fine thing to peck and strangle one's father.
PISTHETAERUS Aye, by Zeus! according to us, he who dares to strike
his father, while still a chick, is a brave fellow.
PARRICIDE And therefore I want to dwell here, for I want to strangle
my father and inherit his wealth.
PISTHETAERUS But we have also an ancient law written in the code of
the storks, which runs thus, "When the stork father has reared his young and

has taught them to fly, the young must in their turn support the father."
PARRICIDE 'Tis hardly worth while coming all this distance to be
compelled to keep my father!
PISTHETAERUS No, no, young friend, since you have come to us with
such willingness, I am going to give you these black wings, as though you
were an orphan bird; furthermore, some good advice, that I received myself
in infancy. Don't strike your father, but take these wings in one hand and
these spurs in the other; imagine you have a cock's crest on your head and
go and mount guard and fight; live on your pay and respect your father's
life. You're a gallant fellow! Very well, then! Fly to Thrace and fight.(1)
f(1) The Athenians were then besieging Amphipolis in the Thracian
Chalcidice.
PARRICIDE By Bacchus! 'Tis well spoken; I will follow your counsel.
PISTHETAERUS 'Tis acting wisely, by Zeus.
CINESIAS(1) "On my light pinions I soar off to Olympus; in its
capricious flight my Muse flutters along the thousand paths of poetry in
turn..."
f(1) There was a real Cinesias—a dythyrambic poet born at Thebes.
PISTHETAERUS This is a fellow will need a whole shipload of wings.
CINESIAS (singing) "...and being fearless and vigorous, it is seeking
fresh outlet."
PISTHETAERUS Welcome, Cinesias, you lime-wood man!(1) Why have
you come here a-twisting your game leg in circles?
f(1) The scholiast thinks that Cinesias, who was tall and slight of build,
wore a kind of corset of lime-wood to support his waist—surely rather a
far-fetched interpretation!
CINESIAS "I want to become a bird, a tuneful nightingale."
PISTHETAERUS Enough of that sort of ditty. Tell me what you want.
CINESIAS Give me wings and I will fly into the topmost airs to gather
fresh songs in the clouds, in the midst of the vapours and the fleecy snow.
PISTHETAERUS Gather songs in the clouds?
CINESIAS 'Tis on them the whole of our latter-day art depends. The
most brilliant dithyrambs are those that flap their wings in void space and
are clothed in mist and dense obscurity. To appreciate this, just listen.

PISTHETAERUS Oh! no, no, no!
CINESIAS By Hermes! but indeed you shall. "I shall travel through thine
ethereal empire like a winged bird, who cleaveth space with his long
neck..."
PISTHETAERUS Stop! easy all, I say!(1)
f(1) The Greek word used here was the word of command employed to
stop the rowers.
CINESIAS "...as I soar over the seas, carried by the breath of the
winds..."
PISTHETAERUS By Zeus! but I'll cut your breath short.
CINESIAS "...now rushing along the tracks of Notus, now nearing
Boreas across the infinite wastes of the ether." (PISTHETAERUS BEATS
HIM.) Ah! old man, that's a pretty and clever idea truly!
PISTHETAERUS What! are you not delighted to be cleaving the air?(1)
f(1) Cinesias makes a bound each time that Pisthetaerus strikes him.
CINESIAS To treat a dithyrambic poet, for whom the tribes dispute with
each other, in this style!(1)
f(1) The tribes of Athens, or rather the rich citizens belonging to them,
were wont on feast-days to give representations of dithyrambic choruses as
well as of tragedies and comedies.
PISTHETAERUS Will you stay with us and form a chorus of winged
birds as slender as Leotrophides(1) for the Cecropid tribe?
f(1) Another dithyrambic poet, a man of extreme leanness.
CINESIAS You are making game of me, 'tis clear; but know that I shall
never leave you in peace if I do not have wings wherewith to traverse the
air.
AN INFORMER What are these birds with downy feathers, who look so
pitiable to me? Tell me, oh swallow with the long dappled wings.(1)
f(1) A parody of a hemistich from 'Alcaeus.'—The informer is
dissatisfied at only seeing birds of sombre plumage and poor appearance.
He would have preferred to denounce the rich.
PISTHETAERUS Oh! but 'tis a regular invasion that threatens us. Here
comes another of them, humming along.

INFORMER Swallow with the long dappled wings, once more I summon
you.
PISTHETAERUS It's his cloak I believe he's addressing; 'faith, it stands
in great need of the swallows' return.(1)
f(1) The informer, says the scholiast, was clothed with a ragged cloak, the
tatters of which hung down like wings, in fact, a cloak that could not protect
him from the cold and must have made him long for the swallows' return,
i.e. the spring.
INFORMER Where is he who gives out wings to all comers?
PISTHETAERUS 'Tis I, but you must tell me for what purpose you want
them.
INFORMER Ask no questions. I want wings, and wings I must have.
PISTHETAERUS Do you want to fly straight to Pellene?(1)
f(1) A town in Achaia, where woollen cloaks were made.
INFORMER I? Why, I am an accuser of the islands,(1) an informer...
f(1) His trade was to accuse the rich citizens of the subject islands, and
drag them before the Athenian court; he explains later the special
advantages of this branch of the informer's business.
PISTHETAERUS A fine trade, truly!
INFORMER ...a hatcher of lawsuits. Hence I have great need of wings to
prowl round the cities and drag them before justice.
PISTHETAERUS Would you do this better if you had wings?
INFORMER No, but I should no longer fear the pirates; I should return
with the cranes, loaded with a supply of lawsuits by way of ballast.
PISTHETAERUS So it seems, despite all your youthful vigour, you
make it your trade to denounce strangers?
INFORMER Well, and why not? I don't know how to dig.
PISTHETAERUS But, by Zeus! there are honest ways of gaining a living
at your age without all this infamous trickery.
INFORMER My friend, I am asking you for wings, not for words.
PISTHETAERUS 'Tis just my words that give you wings.
INFORMER And how can you give a man wings with your words?
PISTHETAERUS 'Tis thus that all first start.

INFORMER All?
PISTHETAERUS Have you not often heard the father say to young men
in the barbers' shops, "It's astonishing how Diitrephes' advice has made my
son fly to horse-riding."—"Mine," says another, "has flown towards tragic
poetry on the wings of his imagination."
INFORMER So that words give wings?
PISTHETAERUS Undoubtedly; words give wings to the mind and make
a man soar to heaven. Thus I hope that my wise words will give you wings
to fly to some less degrading trade.
INFORMER But I do not want to.
PISTHETAERUS What do you reckon on doing then?
INFORMER I won't belie my breeding; from generation to generation we
have lived by informing. Quick, therefore, give me quickly some light,
swift hawk or kestrel wings, so that I may summon the islanders, sustain the
accusation here, and haste back there again on flying pinions.
PISTHETAERUS I see. In this way the stranger will be condemned even
before he appears.
INFORMER That's just it.
PISTHETAERUS And while he is on his way here by sea, you will be
flying to the islands to despoil him of his property.
INFORMER You've hit it, precisely; I must whirl hither and thither like a
perfect humming-top.
PISTHETAERUS I catch the idea. Wait, i' faith, I've got some fine
Corcyraean wings.(1) How do you like them?
f(1) That is, whips—Corcyra being famous for these articles.
INFORMER Oh! woe is me! Why, 'tis a whip!
PISTHETAERUS No, no; these are the wings, I tell you, that set the top
a-spinning.
INFORMER Oh! oh! oh!
PISTHETAERUS Take your flight, clear off, you miserable cur, or you
will soon see what comes of quibbling and lying. Come, let us gather up our
wings and withdraw.

CHORUS In my ethereal flights I have seen many things new and
strange and wondrous beyond belief. There is a tree called Cleonymus
belonging to an unknown species; it has no heart, is good for nothing and is
as tall as it is cowardly. In springtime it shoots forth calumnies instead of
buds and in autumn it strews the ground with bucklers in place of leaves.(1)
Far away in the regions of darkness, where no ray of light ever enters,
there is a country, where men sit at the table of the heroes and dwell with
them always—save always in the evening. Should any mortal meet the hero
Orestes at night, he would soon be stripped and covered with blows from
head to foot.(2)
f(1) Cleonymous is a standing butt of Aristophanes' wit, both as an
informer and a notorious poltroon.
f(2) In allusion to the cave of the bandit Orestes; the poet terms him a
hero only because of his heroic name Orestes.
PROMETHEUS Ah! by the gods! if only Zeus does not espy me! Where
is Pisthetaerus?
PISTHETAERUS Ha! what is this? A masked man!
PROMETHEUS Can you see any god behind me?
PISTHETAERUS No, none. But who are you, pray?
PROMETHEUS What's the time, please?
PISTHETAERUS The time? Why, it's past noon. Who are you?
PROMETHEUS Is it the fall of day? Is it no later than that?(1)
f(1) Prometheus wants night to come and so reduce the risk of being seen
from Olympus.
PISTHETAERUS Oh! 'pon my word! but you grow tiresome.
PROMETHEUS What is Zeus doing? Is he dispersing the clouds or
gathering them?(1)
f(1) The clouds would prevent Zeus seeing what was happening below
him.
PISTHETAERUS Take care, lest I lose all patience.
PROMETHEUS Come, I will raise my mask.
PISTHETAERUS Ah! my dear Prometheus!
PROMETHEUS Stop! stop! speak lower!

PISTHETAERUS Why, what's the matter, Prometheus?
PROMETHEUS H'sh! h'sh! Don't call me by my name; you will be my
ruin, if Zeus should see me here. But, if you want me to tell you how things
are going in heaven, take this umbrella and shield me, so that the gods don't
see me.
PISTHETAERUS I can recognize Prometheus in this cunning trick.
Come, quick then, and fear nothing; speak on.
PROMETHEUS Then listen.
PISTHETAERUS I am listening, proceed!
PROMETHEUS It's all over with Zeus.
PISTHETAERUS Ah! and since when, pray?
PROMETHEUS Since you founded this city in the air. There is not a man
who now sacrifices to the gods; the smoke of the victims no longer reaches
us. Not the smallest offering comes! We fast as though it were the festival
of Demeter.(1) The barbarian gods, who are dying of hunger, are bawling
like Illyrians(2) and threaten to make an armed descent upon Zeus, if he
does not open markets where joints of the victims are sold.
f(1) The third day of the festival of Demeter was a fast.
f(2) A semi-savage people, addicted to violence and brigandage.
PISTHETAERUS What! there are other gods besides you, barbarian gods
who dwell above Olympus?
PROMETHEUS If there were no barbarian gods, who would be the
patron of Execestides?(1)
f(1) Who, being reputed a stranger despite his pretension to the title of a
citizen, could only have a strange god for his patron or tutelary deity.
PISTHETAERUS And what is the name of these gods?
PROMETHEUS Their name? Why, the Triballi.(1)
f(1) The Triballi were a Thracian people; it was a term commonly used in
Athens to describe coarse men, obscene debauchees and greedy parasites.
PISTHETAERUS Ah, indeed! 'tis from that no doubt that we derive the
word 'tribulation.'(1)
f(1) There is a similar pun in the Greek.

PROMETHEUS Most likely. But one thing I can tell you for certain,
namely, that Zeus and the celestial Triballi are going to send deputies here
to sue for peace. Now don't you treat, unless Zeus restores the sceptre to the
birds and gives you Basileia(1) in marriage.
f(1) i.e. the 'supremacy' of Greece, the real object of the war.
PISTHETAERUS Who is this Basileia?
PROMETHEUS A very fine young damsel, who makes the lightning for
Zeus; all things come from her, wisdom, good laws, virtue, the fleet,
calumnies, the public paymaster and the triobolus.
PISTHETAERUS Ah! then she is a sort of general manageress to the
god.
PROMETHEUS Yes, precisely. If he gives you her for your wife, yours
will be the almighty power. That is what I have come to tell you; for you
know my constant and habitual goodwill towards men.
PISTHETAERUS Oh, yes! 'tis thanks to you that we roast our meat.(1)
f(1) Prometheus had stolen the fire from the gods to gratify mankind.
PROMETHEUS I hate the gods, as you know.
PISTHETAERUS Aye, by Zeus, you have always detested them.
PROMETHEUS Towards them I am a veritable Timon;(1) but I must
return in all haste, so give me the umbrella; if Zeus should see me from up
there, he would think I was escorting one of the Canephori.(2)
f(1) A celebrated misanthrope, contemporary to Aristophanes. Hating the
society of men, he had only a single friend, Apimantus, to whom he was
attached, because of their similarity of character; he also liked Alcibiades,
because he foresaw that this young man would be the ruin of his country.
f(2) The Canephori were young maidens, chosen from the first families
of the city, who carried baskets wreathed with myrtle at the feast of Athene,
while at those of Bacchus and Demeter they appeared with gilded baskets.
—The daughters of 'Metics,' or resident aliens, walked behind them,
carrying an umbrella and a stool.
PISTHETAERUS Wait, take this stool as well.
CHORUS Near by the land of the Sciapodes(1) there is a marsh, from the
borders whereof the odious Socrates evokes the souls of men. Pisander(2)
came one day to see his soul, which he had left there when still alive. He

offered a little victim, a camel,(3) slit his throat and, following the example
of Ulysses, stepped one pace backwards.(4) Then that bat of a
Chaerephon(5) came up from hell to drink the camel's blood.
f(1) According to Ctesias, the Sciapodes were a people who dwelt on the
borders of the Atlantic. Their feet were larger than the rest of their bodies,
and to shield themselves from the sun's rays they held up one of their feet as
an umbrella.—By giving the Socratic philosophers the name of Sciapodes
here Aristophanes wishes to convey that they are walking in the dark and
busying themselves with the greatest nonsense.
f(2) This Pisander was a notorious coward; for this reason the poet
jestingly supposes that he had lost his soul, the seat of courage.
f(3) Considering the shape and height of the camel, (it) can certainly not
be included in the list of SMALL victims, e.g. the sheep and the goat.
f(4) In the evocation of the dead, Book XI of the Odyssey.
f(5) Chaerephon was given this same title by the Herald earlier in this
comedy.—Aristophanes supposes him to have come from hell because he is
lean and pallid.
POSIDON(1) This is the city of Nephelococcygia, Cloud-cuckoo-town,
whither we come as ambassadors. (TO TRIBALLUS) Hi! what are you up
to? you are throwing your cloak over the left shoulder. Come, fling it quick
over the right! And why, pray, does it draggle in this fashion? Have you
ulcers to hide like Laespodias?(2) Oh! democracy!(3) whither, oh! whither
are you leading us? Is it possible that the gods have chosen such an envoy?
f(1) Posidon appears on the stage accompanied by Heracles and a
Triballian god.
f(2) An Athenian general.—Neptune is trying to give Triballus some
notions of elegance and good behaviour.
f(3) Aristophanes supposes that democracy is in the ascendant in
Olympus as it is in Athens.
TRIBALLUS Leave me alone.
POSIDON Ugh! the cursed savage! you are by far the most barbarous of
all the gods.—Tell me, Heracles, what are we going to do?
HERACLES I have already told you that I want to strangle the fellow
who has dared to block us in.

POSIDON But, my friend, we are envoys of peace.
HERACLES All the more reason why I wish to strangle him.
PISTHETAERUS Hand me the cheese-grater; bring me the silphium for
sauce; pass me the cheese and watch the coals.(1)
f(1) He is addressing his servant, Manes.
HERACLES Mortal! we who greet you are three gods.
PISTHETAERUS Wait a bit till I have prepared my silphium pickle.
HERACLES What are these meats?(1)
f(1) Heracles softens at sight of the food.—Heracles is the glutton of the
comic poets.
PISTHETAERUS These are birds that have been punished with death for
attacking the people's friends.
HERACLES And you are seasoning them before answering us?
PISTHETAERUS Ah! Heracles! welcome, welcome! What's the matter?
(1)
f(1) He pretends not to have seen them at first, being so much engaged
with his cookery.
HERACLES The gods have sent us here as ambassadors to treat for
peace.
A SERVANT There's no more oil in the flask.
PISTHETAERUS And yet the birds must be thoroughly basted with it.(1)
f(1) He pretends to forget the presence of the ambassadors.
HERACLES We have no interest to serve in fighting you; as for you, be
friends and we promise that you shall always have rain-water in your pools
and the warmest of warm weather. So far as these points go we are armed
with plenary authority.
PISTHETAERUS We have never been the aggressors, and even now we
are as well disposed for peace as yourselves, provided you agree to one
equitable condition, namely, that Zeus yield his sceptre to the birds. If only
this is agreed to, I invite the ambassadors to dinner.
HERACLES That's good enough for me. I vote for peace.
POSIDON You wretch! you are nothing but a fool and a glutton. Do you
want to dethrone your own father?

PISTHETAERUS What an error! Why, the gods will be much more
powerful if the birds govern the earth. At present the mortals are hidden
beneath the clouds, escape your observation, and commit perjury in your
name; but if you had the birds for your allies, and a man, after having sworn
by the crow and Zeus, should fail to keep his oath, the crow would dive
down upon him unawares and pluck out his eye.
POSIDON Well thought of, by Posidon!(1)
f(1) Posidon jestingly swears by himself.
HERACLES My notion too.
PISTHETAERUS (TO THE TRIBALLIAN) And you, what's your
opinion?
TRIBALLUS Nabaisatreu.(1)
f(1) The barbarian god utters some gibberish which Pisthetaerus
interprets into consent.
PISTHETAERUS D'you see? he also approves. But hear another thing in
which we can serve you. If a man vows to offer a sacrifice to some god, and
then procrastinates, pretending that the gods can wait, and thus does not
keep his word, we shall punish his stinginess.
POSIDON Ah! ah! and how?
PISTHETAERUS While he is counting his money or is in the bath, a kite
will relieve him, before he knows it, either in coin or in clothes, of the value
of a couple of sheep, and carry it to the god.
HERACLES I vote for restoring them the sceptre.
POSIDON Ask the Triballian.
HERACLES Hi Triballian, do you want a thrashing?
TRIBALLUS Saunaka baktarikrousa.
HERACLES He says, "Right willingly."
POSIDON If that be the opinion of both of you, why, I consent too.
HERACLES Very well! we accord the sceptre.
PISTHETAERUS Ah! I was nearly forgetting another condition. I will
leave Here to Zeus, but only if the young Basileia is given me in marriage.
POSIDON Then you don't want peace. Let us withdraw.
PISTHETAERUS It matters mighty little to me. Cook, look to the gravy.

HERACLES What an odd fellow this Posidon is! Where are you off to?
Are we going to war about a woman?
POSIDON What else is there to do?
HERACLES What else? Why, conclude peace.
POSIDON Oh! you ninny! do you always want to be fooled? Why, you
are seeking your own downfall. If Zeus were to die, after having yielded
them the sovereignty, you would be ruined, for you are the heir of all the
wealth he will leave behind.
PISTHETAERUS Oh! by the gods! how he is cajoling you. Step aside,
that I may have a word with you. Your uncle is getting the better of you, my
poor friend.(1) The law will not allow you an obolus of the paternal
property, for you are a bastard and not a legitimate child.
f(1) Heracles, the god of strength, was far from being remarkable in the
way of cleverness.
HERACLES I a bastard! What's that you tell me?
PISTHETAERUS Why, certainly; are you not born of a stranger woman?
Besides, is not Athene recognized as Zeus' sole heiress? And no daughter
would be that, if she had a legitimate brother.
HERACLES But what if my father wished to give me his property on his
death-bed, even though I be a bastard?
PISTHETAERUS The law forbids it, and this same Posidon would be the
first to lay claim to his wealth, in virtue of being his legitimate brother.
Listen; thus runs Solon's law: "A bastard shall not inherit, if there are
legitimate children; and if there are no legitimate children, the property
shall pass to the nearest kin."(1)
f(1) This was Athenian law.
HERACLES And I get nothing whatever of the paternal property?
PISTHETAERUS Absolutely nothing. But tell me, has your father had
you entered on the registers of his phratria?(1)
f(1) The poet attributes to the gods the same customs as those which
governed Athens, and according to which no child was looked upon as
legitimate unless his father had entered him on the registers of his phratria.
The phratria was a division of the tribe and consisted of thirty families.
HERACLES No, and I have long been surprised at the omission.

PISTHETAERUS What ails you, that you should shake your fist at
heaven? Do you want to fight it? Why, be on my side, I will make you a
king and will feed you on bird's milk and honey.
HERACLES Your further condition seems fair to me. I cede you the
young damsel.
POSIDON But I, I vote against this opinion.
PISTHETAERUS Then it all depends on the Triballian. (TO THE
TRIBALLIAN.) What do you say?
TRIBALLUS Big bird give daughter pretty and queen.
HERACLES You say that you give her?
POSIDON Why no, he does not say anything of the sort, that he gives
her; else I cannot understand any better than the swallows.
PISTHETAERUS Exactly so. Does he not say she must be given to the
swallows?
POSIDON Very well! you two arrange the matter; make peace, since you
wish it so; I'll hold my tongue.
HERACLES We are of a mind to grant you all that you ask. But come up
there with us to receive Basileia and the celestial bounty.
PISTHETAERUS Here are birds already cut up, and very suitable for a
nuptial feast.
HERACLES You go and, if you like, I will stay here to roast them.
PISTHETAERUS You to roast them! you are too much the glutton; come
along with us.
HERACLES Ah! how well I would have treated myself!
PISTHETAERUS Let some(one) bring me a beautiful and magnificent
tunic for the wedding.
CHORUS(1) At Phanae,(2) near the Clepsydra,(3) there dwells a people
who have neither faith nor law, the Englottogastors,(4) who reap, sow,
pluck the vines and the figs(5) with their tongues; they belong to a barbaric
race, and among them the Philippi and the Gorgiases(6) are to be found; 'tis
these Englottogastorian Philippi who introduced the custom all over Attica
of cutting out the tongue separately at sacrifices.(7)
f(1) The chorus continues to tell what it has seen on its flights.

f(2) The harbour of the island of Chios; but this name is here used in the
sense of being the land of informers ((from the Greek for) 'to denounce').
f(3) i.e. near the orators' platform, in the Public Assembly, or because
there stood the water-clock, by which speeches were limited.
f(4) A coined name, made up of (the Greek for) the tongue, and (for) the
stomach, and meaning those who fill their stomach with what they gain
with their tongues, to wit, the orators.
f(5) (The Greek for) a fig forms part of the word which in Greek means
an informer.
f(6) Both rhetoricians.
f(7) Because they consecrated it specially to the god of eloquence.
A MESSENGER Oh, you, whose unbounded happiness I cannot express
in words, thrice happy race of airy birds, receive your king in your fortunate
dwellings. More brilliant than the brightest star that illumes the earth, he is
approaching his glittering golden palace; the sun itself does not shine with
more dazzling glory. He is entering with his bride at his side,(1) whose
beauty no human tongue can express; in his hand he brandishes the
lightning, the winged shaft of Zeus; perfumes of unspeakable sweetness
pervade the ethereal realms. 'Tis a glorious spectacle to see the clouds of
incense wafting in light whirlwinds before the breath of the Zephyr! But
here he is himself. Divine Muse! let thy sacred lips begin with songs of
happy omen.
f(1) Basileia, whom he brings back from heaven.
CHORUS Fall back! to the right! to the left! advance!(1) Fly around this
happy mortal, whom Fortune loads with her blessings. Oh! oh! what grace!
what beauty! Oh, marriage so auspicious for our city! All honour to this
man! 'tis through him that the birds are called to such glorious destinies. Let
your nuptial hymns, your nuptial songs, greet him and his Basileia! 'Twas in
the midst of such festivities that the Fates formerly united Olympian Here
to the King who governs the gods from the summit of his inaccessible
throne. Oh! Hymen! oh! Hymenaeus! Rosy Eros with the golden wings held
the reins and guided the chariot; 'twas he, who presided over the union of
Zeus and the fortunate Here. Oh! Hymen! oh! Hymenaeus!
f(1) Terms used in regulating a dance.

PISTHETAERUS I am delighted with your songs, I applaud your verses.
Now celebrate the thunder that shakes the earth, the flaming lightning of
Zeus and the terrible flashing thunderbolt.
CHORUS Oh, thou golden flash of the lightning! oh, ye divine shafts of
flame, that Zeus has hitherto shot forth! Oh, ye rolling thunders, that bring
down the rain! 'Tis by the order of OUR king that ye shall now stagger the
earth! Oh, Hymen! 'tis through thee that he commands the universe and that
he makes Basileia, whom he has robbed from Zeus, take her seat at his side.
Oh! Hymen! oh! Hymenaeus!
PISTHETAERUS Let all the winged tribes of our fellow-citizens follow
the bridal couple to the palace of Zeus(1) and to the nuptial couch! Stretch
forth your hands, my dear wife! Take hold of me by my wings and let us
dance; I am going to lift you up and carry you through the air.
f(1) Where Pisthetaerus is henceforth to reign.
CHORUS Oh, joy! Io Paean! Tralala! victory is thing, oh, thou greatest
of the gods!

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