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    The Wasps
    The Wasps
    The Wasps
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    The Wasps

    By Aristophanes

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    The play begins with a strange scene—a large net has been spread over a house, the entry is barricaded and two slaves are sleeping in the street outside. A third man is positioned at the top of an exterior wall with a view into the inner courtyard but he too is asleep. The two slaves wake and we learn from their banter that they are keeping guard over a 'monster'. The man asleep above them is their master and the monster is his father—he has an unusual disease.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSovereign
    Release dateNov 14, 2016
    ISBN9781911535874
    The Wasps
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    Aristophanes

    Aristophanes, son of Philippus, of the deme Kydathenaion, was a comic playwright of ancient Athens and a poet of Old Attic Comedy. Eleven of his forty plays survive virtually complete.

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      Jul 27, 2022

      This was a fairly straightforward comedy It definitely had its moments of great comedy, particularly with its insults, mockeries, and insinuations. Overall, I think that anyone who appreciates drama should give this a whirl.3.25 stars.

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    The Wasps - Aristophanes

    Aristophanes

    The Wasps

    LONDON ∙ NEW YORK ∙ TORONTO ∙ SAO PAULO ∙ MOSCOW

    PARIS ∙ MADRID ∙ BERLIN ∙ ROME ∙ MEXICO CITY ∙ MUMBAI ∙ SEOUL ∙ DOHA

    TOKYO ∙ SYDNEY ∙ CAPE TOWN ∙ AUCKLAND ∙ BEIJING

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    Published by Sovereign Classic

    www.sovereignclassic.net

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    First published in 2016

    Copyright © 2016 Sovereign Classic

    ISBN: 9781911535874

    Contents

    DRAMATIS PERSONAE

    THE WASPS

    NOTES

    DRAMATIS PERSONAE

    PHILOCLEON, a Dicast.

    BDELYCLEON, his Son.

    SOSIAS, House-servant of Philocleon.

    XANTHIAS, House-servant of Philocleon.

    BOYS.

    A DOG.

    A BAKER’S WIFE.

    ACCUSER.

    CHORUS OF ELDERS, costumed as Wasps.

    SCENE: Philocleon’s house at Athens.

    THE WASPS

    SOSIAS. Why, Xanthias! what are you doing, wretched man?

    XANTHIAS. I am teaching myself how to rest; I have been awake and on watch the whole night.

    SOSIAS. So you want to earn trouble for your ribs,[1] eh? Don’t you know what sort of an animal we are guarding here?

    XANTHIAS. Aye indeed! but I want to put my cares to sleep for a while.

    SOSIAS. Beware what you do. I too feel soft sleep spreading over my eyes.

    Resist it, for you must be as mad as a Corybant if you fall asleep.[2]

    XANTHIAS. No! ‘Tis Bacchus who lulls me off.

    SOSIAS. Then you serve the same god as myself. Just now a heavy slumber settled on my eyelids like a hostile Mede; A nodded and, faith! I had a wondrous dream.

    XANTHIAS. Indeed! and so had I. A dream such as I never had before. But first tell me yours.

    SOSIAS. Methinks I saw an eagle, a gigantic bird, descend upon the market-place; it seized a brazen buckler with its talons and bore it away into the highest heavens; then I saw ‘twas Cleonymus had thrown it away.

    XANTHIAS. This Cleonymus is a riddle worth propounding among guests. How can one and the same animal have cast away his buckler both on land, in the sky and at sea?[3]

    SOSIAS. Alas! what ill does such a dream portend for me?

    XANTHIAS. Rest undisturbed! An it please the gods, no evil will befall you.

    SOSIAS. Nevertheless, ‘tis a fatal omen when a man throws away his weapons. But what was your dream? Let me hear.

    XANTHIAS. Oh! it is a dream of high import. It has reference to the hull of the State; to nothing less.

    SOSIAS. Tell it me quickly; show me its very keel.

    XANTHIAS. In my first slumber I thought I saw sheep, wearing cloaks and carrying staves,[4] met in assembly on the Pnyx; a rapacious whale was haranguing them and screaming like a pig that is being grilled.

    SOSIAS. Faugh! faugh!

    XANTHIAS. What’s the matter?

    SOSIAS. Enough, enough, spare me. Your dream stinks vilely of old leather.[5]

    XANTHIAS. Then this scoundrelly whale seized a balance and set to weighing ox-fat.[6]

    SOSIAS. Alas! ‘tis our poor Athenian people, whom this accursed beast wished to cut up and despoil of their fat.

    XANTHIAS. Seated on the ground close to it, I saw Theorus,[7] who had the head of a crow. The Alcibiades said to me in his lisping way, Do you thee? Theoruth hath a crow’th head.[8]

    SOSIAS. Ah! ‘twas very well lisped indeed!

    XANTHIAS. This is might strange; Theorus turning into a crow!

    SOSIAS. No, it is glorious.

    XANTHIAS. Why?

    SOSIAS. Why? He was a man and now he has suddenly become a crow; does it not foretoken that he will take his flight from here and go to the crows?[9]

    XANTHIAS. Interpreting dreams so aptly certainly deserves two obols.[10]

    SOSIAS. Come, I must explain the matter to the spectators. But first a few words of preamble: expect nothing very high-flown from us, nor any jests stolen from Megara;[11] we have no slaves, who throw baskets of nuts[12] to the spectators, nor any Heracles to be robbed of his dinner,[13] nor is Euripides loaded with contumely; and despite the happy chance that gave Cleon his fame[14] we shall not go out of our way to belabour him again. Our little subject is not wanting in sense; it is well within your capacity and at the same time cleverer than many vulgar Comedies.—We have a master of great renown, who is now sleeping up there on the other story. He has bidden us keep guard over his father, whom he has locked in, so that he may not go out. This father has a curious complaint; not one of you could hit upon or guess it, if I did not tell you.—Well then, try! I hear Amynias, the son of Pronapus, over there, saying, He is addicted to gambling.

    XANTHIAS. He’s wrong! He is imputing his own malady to others.

    SOSIAS. No, yet love is indeed the principal part of his disease. Ah! here is Sosias telling Dercylus, He loves drinking.

    XANTHIAS. Not at all! The love of wine is the complaint of good men.

    SOSIAS. Well then, says Nicostratus of the Scambonian deme, he either loves sacrifices or else strangers.

    XANTHIAS. Ah! great gods! no, he is not fond of strangers, Nicostratus, for he who says Philoxenus means a dirty fellow.[15]

    SOSIAS. ‘Tis mere waste of time, you will not find it out. If you want to know it, keep silence! I will tell you our master’s complaint: of all men,

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