Aristophanes

Aristophanes

Frogs (1912)

Summary

Portrait of Aristophanes Aristophanes,  Frogs (1912)

“ Xanthias (to himself) .
⁠And no one thinks of me,
When all my shoulder's skinning, simply skinning.
Heracles.
But aren't there other pretty fellows there
All writing tragedies by tens of thousands,
And miles verboser than Euripides?
Dionysus.
Leaves without fruit; trills in the empty air,
And starling chatter, mutilating art!
Give them one chance and that's the end of them,
One weak assault on an unprotected Muse.
Search as you will, you'll find no poet now
With grit in him, to wake a word of power.
Heracles.
”
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Portrait of Aristophanes Aristophanes,  Frogs (1912)

“ Dionysus (aside to Xanthias) .
Boy!
Xanthias.
⁠What, sir?
Dionysus.
⁠Did you notice?
Xanthias.
⁠Notice what?
Dionysus.
The man's afraid.
Xanthias.
Yes, sir; (aside) afraid you're cracked!
Heracles (struggling with laughter) .
I wouldn't if I possibly could help it:
I'm trying to bite my lips, but all the same . . . (roars with laughter) .
Dionysus.
Don't be absurd! Come here. I want something.
Heracles.
I would, but I can't yet shake this laughter off:
The lion-skin on a robe of saffron silk!
How comes my club to sort with high-heeled boots?
”
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Portrait of Aristophanes Aristophanes,  Frogs (1912)

“ Corpse.
⁠Bearers, move on!
Dionysus.
My good man, wait! See if we can't arrange.
Corpse.
Two drachmas down, or else don't talk to me.
Dionysus.
Nine obols?
Corpse (lying down again) .
⁠Strike me living if I will!
”
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