BDELYCLEON, his Son
SOSIAS, Slave of Philocleon
XANTHIAS, Slave of Philocleon
A BAKER'S WIFE
CHORUS OF WASPS
In the background is the house of PHILOCLEON, surrounded by a
huge net. Two slaves are on guard, one of them asleep. On the roof
SOSIAS waking XANTHIAS up
Why, Xanthias! what are you doing, wretched man?
I am teaching myself how to rest; I have been awake and on
watch the whole night.
So you want to earn trouble for your ribs, eh? Don't you know
what sort of animal we are guarding here?
Aye indeed! but I want to put my cares to sleep for a
He falls asleep again.
Beware what you do. I too feel soft sleep spreading over my
Are you crazy, like a Corybant?
No! It's Bacchus who lulls me off.
Then you serve the same god as myself. just now a heavy
slumber settled on my eyelids like a hostile Mede; I nodded and,
faith! I had a wondrous dream.
Indeed! and so had I. A dream such as I never had before. But
first tell me yours.
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 it was Cleonymus had
thrown it away.
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?
Alas! what ill does such a dream portend for me?
Rest undisturbed! Please the gods, no evil will befall
Nevertheless, it's a fatal omen when a man throws away his
weapons. But what was your dream? Let me hear.
Oh! it is a dream of high import. It has reference to the hull
of the State; to nothing less.
Tell it to me quickly; show me its very keel.
In my first slumber I thought I saw sheep, wearing cloaks and
carrying staves, met in assembly on the Pnyx; a rapacious whale was
haranguing them and screaming like a pig that is being
What's the matter?
Enough, enough, spare me. Your dream stinks vilely of old
Then this scoundrelly whale seized a balance and set to
Alas! it's our poor Athenian people, whom this accursed beast
wishes to cut up and despoil of their fat.
Seated on the ground close to it, I saw Theorus, who had the
head of crow. Then Alcibiades said to me in his lisping way, "Do
you thee? Theoruth hath a crow'th head."
Ah! that's very well lisped indeed!
Isn't this mighty strange? Theorus turning into a crow!
No, it is glorious.
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
Interpreting dreams so aptly certainly is worth two
XANTHIAS turning to the audience