Tumult (who has returned).
Well, what?
War.
You have brought back nothing?
Tumult.
Alas! the Athenians have lost their pestle—the tanner, who ground Greece to powder.[1]
Trygæus.
Oh! Athené, venerable mistress! ’tis well for our city he is dead, and before he could serve us with this hash.
War.
Then go and seek one at Sparta and have done with it!
Tumult.
Aye, aye, master!
War.
Be back as quick as ever you can.
Trygæus (to the audience).
What is going to happen, friends? ’Tis a critical hour. Ah! if there is some initiate of Samothrace[2] among you, ’tis surely the moment to wish this messenger some accident—some sprain or strain.
Tumult (who returns).
Alas! alas! thrice again, alas!
War.
What is it? Again you come back without it?
- ↑ Cleon, who had lately fallen before Amphipolis, in 422 B.C.
- ↑ An island in the Ægean Sea, on the coast of Thrace and opposite the mouth of the Hebrus; the Mysteries are said to have found their first home in this island, where the Cabirian gods were worshipped; this cult, shrouded in deep mystery to even the initiates themselves, has remained an almost insoluble problem for the modern critic. It was said that the wishes of the initiates were always granted, and they were feared as to-day the jettatori (spell-throwers, casters of the evil eye) in Sicily are feared.
