Chapter 47
DIONYSUS. Excellent! by Apollo! What do you say to that, Euripides?
EURIPIDES. I say that Orestes did not return to his country, for he came there secretly, without the consent of those in power.
DIONYSUS. Very good indeed! by Hermes! only I have not a notion what it is you mean.
EURIPIDES. Go on.
DIONYSUS. Come, be quick, Aeschylus, continue; and you look out for the faults.
AESCHYLUS. "At the foot of this tomb I invoke my father and beseech him to hearken to me and to hear."
EURIPIDES. Again a repet.i.tion, to hearken and to hear are obviously the same thing.
DIONYSUS. Why, wretched man, he's addressing the dead, whom to call thrice even is not sufficient.
AESCHYLUS. And you, how do you form your prologues?
EURIPIDES. I am going to tell you, and if you find a repet.i.tion, an idle word or inappropriate, let me be scouted!
DIONYSUS. Come, speak; 'tis my turn to listen. Let us hear the beauty of your prologues,
EURIPIDES. "Oedipus was a fortunate man at first..."
AESCHYLUS. Not at all; he was destined to misfortune before he even existed, since Apollo predicted he would kill his father before ever he was born. How can one say he was fortunate at first?
EURIPIDES. "... and he became the most unfortunate of mortals afterwards."
AESCHYLUS. No, he did not become so, for he never ceased being so. Look at the facts! First of all, when scarcely born, he is exposed in the middle of winter in an earthenware vessel, for fear he might become the murderer of his father, if brought up; then he came to Polybus with his feet swollen; furthermore, while young, he marries an old woman, who is also his mother, and finally he blinds himself.
DIONYSUS. 'Faith! I think he could not have done worse
EURIPIDES. You can chatter as you will, my prologues are very fine.
AESCHYLUS. I will take care not to carp at them verse by verse and word for word;[505] but, an it please the G.o.ds, a simple little bottle will suffice me for withering every one of your prologues.
EURIPIDES. You will wither my prologues with a little bottle?[506]
AESCHYLUS. With only one. You make verses of such a kind, that one can adapt what one will to your iambics: a little bit of fluff, a little bottle, a little bag. I am going to prove it.
EURIPIDES. You will prove it?
AESCHYLUS. Yes.
DIONYSUS. Come, recite.
EURIPIDES. "Aegyptus, according to the most widely spread reports, having landed at Argos with his fifty daughters[507]..."
AESCHYLUS.... lost his little bottle.
EURIPIDES. What little bottle? May the plague seize you!
DIONYSUS. Recite another prologue to him. We shall see.
EURIPIDES. "Dionysus, who leads the choral dance on Parna.s.sus with the thyrsus in his hand and clothed in skins of fawns[508]..."
AESCHYLUS.... lost his little bottle.
DIONYSUS. There again his little bottle upsets us.
EURIPIDES. He won't bother us much longer. I have a certain prologue to which he cannot adapt his tag: "There is no perfect happiness; this one is of n.o.ble origin, but poor; another of humble birth[509]..."
AESCHYLUS.... lost his little bottle.
DIONYSUS. Euripides!
EURIPIDES. What's the matter?
DIONYSUS. Clue up your sails, for this d.a.m.ned little bottle is going to blow a gale.
EURIPIDES. Little I care, by Demeter! I am going to make it burst in his hands.
DIONYSUS. Then out with it; recite another prologue, but beware, beware of the little bottle.
EURIPIDES. "Cadmus, the son of Agenor, while leaving the city of Sidon[510]..."
AESCHYLUS.... lost his little bottle.
DIONYSUS. Oh! my poor friend; buy that bottle, do, for it is going to tear all your prologues to ribbons.
EURIPIDES. What? Am I to buy it of him?
DIONYSUS. If you take my advice.
EURIPIDES. No, not I, for I have many prologues to which he cannot possibly fit his catchword: "Pelops, the son of Tantalus, having started for Pisa on his swift chariot[511]..."
AESCHYLUS.... lost his little bottle.
DIONYSUS. D'ye see? Again he has popped in his little bottle. Come, Aeschylus, he is going to buy it of you at any price, and you can have a splendid one for an obolus.
EURIPIDES. By Zeus, no, not yet! I have plenty of other prologues.
"Oeneus in the fields one day[512]..."
AESCHYLUS.... lost his little bottle.
EURIPIDES. Let me first finish the opening verse: "Oeneus in the fields one day, having made an abundant harvest and sacrificed the first-fruits to the G.o.ds..."
AESCHYLUS.... lost his little bottle.