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A source-book of ancient history - The Search For Mecca

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200 <strong>The</strong> Age <strong>of</strong> Pericles<br />

Wasps, 549 f[. Or that leads a happier, pleasanter life, than a justice <strong>of</strong> Athens,<br />

Jusl. Two drachmas for those scarecrows! and our seamen<br />

What would they say to it?—left in arrears,<br />

Poor fellows, that are our support and safeguard.<br />

Out, out upon it! I'm a plundered man.<br />

I'm robbed and ruined here with the Odomantians.<br />

<strong>The</strong>y're seizing upon my garlic.<br />

<strong>The</strong>o. (to the Thracians) Oh for shame,<br />

Let the man's garlic alone. You shabby fellow,<br />

You countryman, take care what you're about;<br />

Don't venture near them when they're primed with garlic.<br />

Just. You magistrates, have you the face to see it,<br />

With your own eyes— your fellow-citizen<br />

Here, in the city itself, robbed by barbarians?<br />

Rain was an But I forbid the Assembly. <strong>The</strong>re's a change<br />

unpropitious<br />

In the heaven! I felt a drop <strong>of</strong> rain! I'm witness!<br />

sign, dissolving<br />

the assembly.<br />

Her. <strong>The</strong> Thracians must withdraw, to attend again<br />

<strong>The</strong> first <strong>of</strong> next month. <strong>The</strong> Assembly is closed.<br />

VII. <strong>The</strong> Jurors<br />

<strong>The</strong> old<br />

juror.<br />

Aristophanes,<br />

Wasps, 88 ff.<br />

<strong>The</strong> speaker<br />

"He is a law-court lover, no man like him.<br />

Judging is what he dotes on, and he weeps<br />

Unless he sits on the front bench <strong>of</strong> all.<br />

At night he gets no sleep, no, not one grain,<br />

Or if he doze the tiniest speck, his soul<br />

is his son, Flutters in dreams about the water-clock. . . .<br />

who has<br />

found it necessary<br />

<strong>The</strong> cock which crew at morningtide, he said.<br />

to Was tampered with, he knew, to call him late.<br />

keep the old<br />

man confined<br />

Bribed by <strong>of</strong>Bcials whose accounts were due.<br />

at home, to Breakfast scarce done, he clamors for his shoes,<br />

curb his passion<br />

for jury<br />

Hurries ere daybreak to the Court, and sleeps<br />

service. Stuck like a limpit to the doorpost there. . . .<br />

Such is his frenzy, and the more you chide him<br />

Greect, 175;<br />

A ncient <strong>The</strong> more he judges: so with bolts and bars<br />

World, 195 f.<br />

We guard him straitly that he stir not out."<br />

Chorus <strong>of</strong><br />

jurors.<br />

Aristophanes,<br />

No kingher power than ours in any part <strong>of</strong> the world exists.<br />

Is there any creature on earth more blest, more feared, and petted<br />

from day to day.<br />

though old and gray?

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