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title: "Dialogues of the Courtesans · Ἑταιρικοὶ διάλογοι"
author: "Lucian"
translator: "Matthew Donald Macleod"
languages: [grc, en]
shelf: "Classical Greek"
url: https://scriptura.si/works/lucian-dialogues-of-the-courtesans/
cite: "Lucian, tr. Matthew Donald Macleod, Dialogues of the Courtesans · Ἑταιρικοὶ διάλογοι. Scriptura (scriptura.si), https://scriptura.si/works/lucian-dialogues-of-the-courtesans/"
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# Dialogues of the Courtesans · Ἑταιρικοὶ διάλογοι

*Lucian, tr. Matthew Donald Macleod*

Fifteen scenes of the lives and loves of Athenian courtesans.

> Greek: ed. Matthew Donald Macleod, from the Perseus Digital Library (canonical-greekLit, tlg0062.tlg069, CC BY-SA 4.0).

> English: Matthew Donald Macleod, from the Perseus Digital Library (tlg0062.tlg069.perseus-eng3). Notes are not included.

> Rows follow the references the two texts share (books, chapters and sections), cut where both reach the end of a sentence.

## Contents

1. [Dialogue 1](https://scriptura.si/works/lucian-dialogues-of-the-courtesans/1.md)
2. [Dialogue 2](https://scriptura.si/works/lucian-dialogues-of-the-courtesans/2.md)
3. [Dialogue 3](https://scriptura.si/works/lucian-dialogues-of-the-courtesans/3.md)
4. [Dialogue 4](https://scriptura.si/works/lucian-dialogues-of-the-courtesans/4.md)
5. [Dialogue 5](https://scriptura.si/works/lucian-dialogues-of-the-courtesans/5.md)
6. [Dialogue 6](https://scriptura.si/works/lucian-dialogues-of-the-courtesans/6.md)
7. [Dialogue 7](https://scriptura.si/works/lucian-dialogues-of-the-courtesans/7.md)
8. [Dialogue 8](https://scriptura.si/works/lucian-dialogues-of-the-courtesans/8.md)
9. [Dialogue 9](https://scriptura.si/works/lucian-dialogues-of-the-courtesans/9.md)
10. [Dialogue 10](https://scriptura.si/works/lucian-dialogues-of-the-courtesans/10.md)
11. [Dialogue 11](https://scriptura.si/works/lucian-dialogues-of-the-courtesans/11.md)
12. [Dialogue 12](https://scriptura.si/works/lucian-dialogues-of-the-courtesans/12.md)
13. [Dialogue 13](https://scriptura.si/works/lucian-dialogues-of-the-courtesans/13.md)
14. [Dialogue 14](https://scriptura.si/works/lucian-dialogues-of-the-courtesans/14.md)
15. [Dialogue 15](https://scriptura.si/works/lucian-dialogues-of-the-courtesans/15.md)

## 1. Dialogue 1

Source: https://scriptura.si/works/lucian-dialogues-of-the-courtesans/1/ · cite a paragraph as https://scriptura.si/works/lucian-dialogues-of-the-courtesans/1/#p-N

[¶0] 1. GLYCERA: Thais, do you know the Acarnanian soldier, who in the old days kept Abrotonum, and afterwards fell in love with me—the dandy, I mean, with the fine military cloak—or have you forgotten the fellow? THAIS: No, Glycera, dearie, I know him. He drank with us last year at the harvest celebrations. But what of it? You looked as though you had something to tell me about him. GLYCERA: That nasty thing Gorgona, who pretends to be my friend, has got her claws into him and stolen him from me behind my back. THAIS: So now he won’t be visiting you any more, but has taken Gorgona to be his mistress. GLYCERA: Yes, Thais, and it’s hurt me very much. THAIS: It was a dirty trick, dearie, but only to be expected; it’s a common practice of us girls. So you mustn’t take it too hard or blame Gorgona; for, earlier on, Abrotonum didn’t blame you over him; and yet you’d been friends.

> Greek: 1. ΓΛΥΚΕΡΑ: Τὸν στρατιώτην, Θαΐ, τὸν Ἀκαρνᾶνα, ὃς πάλαι μὲν Ἀβρότονον εἶχε, μετὰ ταῦτα δὲ ἠράσθη ἐμοῦ, τὸν εὐπάρυφον λέγω, τὸν ἐν τῇ χλαμύδι, οἶσθα αὐτόν, ἢ ἐπιλέλησαι τὸν ἄνθρωπον; ΘΑΙΣ: Οὔκ, ἀλλὰ οἶδα, ὦ Γλυκέριον, καὶ συνέπιε μεθ' ἡμῶν πέρυσιν ἐν τοῖς Ἁλώοις. τί δὲ τοῦτο; ἐῴκεις γάρ τι περὶ αὐτοῦ διηγεῖσθαι. ΓΛΥΚΕΡΑ: Γοργόνα αὐτὸν ἡ παμπόνηρος, φίλη δοκοῦσα εἶναι, ἀπέσπασεν ἀπ' ἐμοῦ ὑπαγαγοῦσα. ΘΑΙΣ: Καὶ νῦν σοὶ μὲν ἐκεῖνος οὐ πρόσεισι, Γοργόναν δὲ ἑταίραν πεποίηται; ΓΛΥΚΕΡΑ: Ναί, ὦ Θαΐ, καὶ τὸ πρᾶγμα οὐ μετρίως μου ἥψατο. ΘΑΙΣ: Πονηρὸν μέν, ὦ Γλυκέριον, οὐκ ἀδόκητον δέ, ἀλλ’ εἰωθὸς γίγνεσθαι ὑφ' ἡμῶν τῶν ἑταιρῶν. οὔκουν χρὴ οὔτε ἀνιᾶσθαι ἄγαν οὔτε μέμφεσθαι τῇ Γοργόνῃ· οὐδὲ γὰρ σὲ Ἀβρότονον ἐπ' αὐτῷ πρότερον ἐμέμψατο, καίτοι φίλαι ἦτε.

[¶1] 2. But I do wonder what this soldier man found in her, unless he’s absolutely blind and hadn’t noticed that her hair is thin on top and receding a long way in front; her lips are livid and her neck’s scraggy with the veins all standing out, and what a long nose she’s got! Her only good point is that she’s tall and has a good carriage and a very attractive smile. GLYCERA: Why, Thais, you don’t think the Acarnanian has fallen for her beauty? Don’t you know that her mother, Chrysarium, is a witch who knows Thessalian spells, and can bring the moon down? Why, they say she even flies of a night. She’s the one who’s sent the fellow out of his senses by giving him a drink of her brew, and now they’re making a fine harvest out of him. THAIS: You’ll have your harvest too, dearie; you’ll find someone else; let him go to the devil.

> Greek: 2. ἀτὰρ ἐκεῖνο θαυμάζω, τί καὶ ἐπῄνεσεν αὐτῆς ὁ στρατιώτης οὗτος, ἐκτὸς εἰ μὴ παντάπασι τυφλός ἐστιν, ὃς οὐχ ὡράκει τὰς μὲν τρίχας αὐτὴν ἀραιὰς ἔχουσαν καὶ ἐπὶ πολὺ τοῦ μετώπου ἀπηγμένας· τὰ χείλη δὲ πελιδνὰ καὶ τράχηλος λεπτὸς καὶ ἐπίσημοι ἐν αὐτῷ αἱ φλέβες καὶ ῥὶς μακρά. ἓν μόνον, εὐμήκης ἐστὶ καὶ ὀρθὴ καὶ μειδιᾷ πάνυ ἐπαγωγόν. ΓΛΥΚΕΡΑ: Οἴει γάρ, ὦ Θαΐ, τῷ κάλλει ἠρᾶσθαι τὸν Ἀκαρνᾶνα; οὐκ οἶσθα ὡς φαρμακὶς ἡ Χρυσάριόν ἐστιν ἡ μήτηρ αὐτῆς, Θεσσαλάς τινας ᾠδὰς ἐπισταμένη καὶ τὴν σελήνην κατάγουσα; φασὶ δὲ αὐτὴν καὶ πέτεσθαι τῆς νυκτός· ἐκείνη ἐξέμηνε τὸν ἄνθρωπον πιεῖν τῶν φαρμάκων ἐγχέασα, καὶ νῦν τρυγῶσιν αὐτόν. ΘΑΙΣ: Καὶ σὺ ἄλλον, ὦ Γλυκέριον, τρυγήσεις, τοῦτον δὲ χαίρειν ἔα.

## 2. Dialogue 2

Source: https://scriptura.si/works/lucian-dialogues-of-the-courtesans/2/ · cite a paragraph as https://scriptura.si/works/lucian-dialogues-of-the-courtesans/2/#p-N

[¶0] 1. MYRTIUM: So, Pamphilus, you’re planning to marry the daughter of Philo, the shipowner. I’ve even heard you’re already married. Have all your sworn oaths and tears gone in a moment, have you forgotten your Myrtium, and at a time like this, when I’m eight months gone? All the good I’ve had from your love is that you’ve given me such an enormous belly, and I’ll soon have to bring up a child, and that’s a terrible nuisance for a lady of my kind. For I’m not going to expose the child, particularly if it’s a boy, but I’ll call him Pamphilus, and keep him to console me for my unhappy love, and one day he’ll tell you off for your treachery to his poor mother. I don’t think much of your bride’s looks. I saw her the other day with her mother at the Thesmophoria, though I didn’t know at the time that I’d never see Pamphilus again because of her. I think you’d better have a good look at her too, before it’s too late, and examine her face and her eyes; I wouldn’t like you to be vexed at the marked steel-grey colour of her eyes, or disappointed because they squint inwards. Better still you’ve seen your father-in-law, Philo, and know what his face is like. You won’t need to see the daughter after seeing him!

> Greek: 1. ΜΥΡΤΙΟΝ: Γαμεῖς, ὦ Πάμφιλε, τὴν Φίλωνος τοῦ ναυκλήρου θυγατέρα καὶ ἤδη σε γεγαμηκέναι φασίν; οἱ τοσοῦτοι δὲ ὅρκοι οὓς ὤμοσας καὶ τὰ δάκρυα ἐν ἀκαρεῖ πάντα οἴχεται, καὶ ἐπιλέλησαι Μυρτίου νῦν, καὶ ταῦτα, ὦ Πάμφιλε, ὁπότε κύω μῆνα ὄγδοον ἤδη; τοῦτο γοῦν καὶ μόνον ἐπριάμην τοῦ σοῦ ἔρωτος, ὅτι μου τηλικαύτην πεποίηκας τὴν γαστέρα καὶ μετὰ μικρὸν παιδοτροφεῖν δεήσει, πρᾶγμα ἑταίρᾳ βαρύτατον· οὐ γὰρ ἐκθήσω τὸ τεχθέν, καὶ μάλιστα εἰ ἄρρεν γένοιτο, ἀλλὰ Πάμφιλον ὀνομάσασα ἐγὼ μὲν ἕξω παραμύθιον τοῦ ἔρωτος, σοὶ δὲ ὀνειδιεῖ ποτε ἐκεῖνος, ὡς ἄπιστος γεγένησαι περὶ τὴν ἀθλίαν αὐτοῦ μητέρα. γαμεῖς δ’ οὐ καλὴν παρθένον· εἶδον γὰρ αὐτὴν ἔναγχος ἐν τοῖς Θεσμοφορίοις μετὰ τῆς μητρός, οὐδέπω εἰδυῖα ὅτι δι’ αὐτὴν οὐκέτι ὄψομαι Πάμφιλον. καὶ σὺ δ’ οὖν πρότερον ἰδοῦ αὐτὴν καὶ τὸ πρόσωπον καὶ τοὺς ὀφθαλμοὺς ἰδέ· μή σε ἀνιάτω, εἰ πάνυ γλαυκοὺς ἔχει αὐτοὺς μηδὲ ὅτι διάστροφοί εἰσι καὶ ἐς ἀλλήλους ὁρῶσι· μᾶλλον δὲ τὸν Φίλωνα ἑώρακας τὸν πατέρα τῆς νύμφης, τὸ πρόσωπον αὐτοῦ οἶσθα, ὥστε οὐδὲν ἔτι δεήσει τὴν θυγατέρα ἰδεῖν.

[¶1] 2. PAMPHILUS: How long shall I have to listen to your nonsense about young ladies and your stories of matches with shipowning families? Do I know any bride whether snub-nosed or pretty? Or that Philo of Alopece—I presume you mean him—so much as had a daughter of marriageable age? Anyway, he’s not even on good terms with my father. I remember he was sued by him only the other day for debt. He owed my father a talent, I believe, but refused to pay, and my father had him before the Admiralty Court, and had the greatest difficulty in squeezing it out of him, and didn’t get it all, he kept saying. Even if I had decided to marry, do you think I’d have passed over the daughter of Demeas, who was a General last year, particularly as she was a cousin on my mother’s side, and be marrying Philo’s daughter instead? Wherever did you hear this story? What empty jealous ideas have you invented for yourself, Myrtium, that you lash out so blindly?

> Greek: 2. ΠΑΜΦΙΛΟΣ: Ἔτι σου ληρούσης, ὦ Μύρτιον, ἀκούσομαι παρθένους καὶ γάμους ναυκληρικοὺς διεξιούσης; ἐγὼ δὲ ἢ σιμήν τινα ἢ καλὴν νύμφην οἶδα; ἢ ὅτι Φίλων ὁ Ἀλωπεκῆθεν—οἶμαι γὰρ ἐκεῖνον λέγειν σε—θυγατέρα ὅλως εἶχεν ὡραίαν ἤδη γάμου; ἀλλ’ οὐδὲ φίλος ἐστὶν οὗτος τῷ πατρί· μέμνημαι γὰρ ὡς πρῴην ἐδικάσατο περὶ συμβολαίου· τάλαντον, οἶμαι, ὀφείλων γὰρ τῷ πατρὶ οὐκ ἤθελεν ἐκτίνειν, ὁ δὲ παρὰ τοὺς ναυτοδίκας ἀπήγαγεν αὐτόν, καὶ μόλις ἐξέτισεν αὐτό, οὐδ’ ὅλον, ὡς ὁ πατὴρ ἔφασκεν. εἰ δὲ καὶ γαμεῖν ἐδέδοκτό μοι, τὴν Δημέου θυγατέρα τὴν τοῦ πέρυσιν ἐστρατηγηκότος ἀφείς, καὶ ταῦτα πρὸς μητρὸς ἀνεψιὰν οὖσαν, τὴν Φίλωνος ἐγάμουν ἄν; σὺ δὲ πόθεν ταῦτα ἤκουσας; ἢ τίνας σεαυτῇ, ὦ Μύρτιον, κενὰς ζηλοτυπίας σκιαμαχοῦσα ἐξεῦρες;

[¶2] 3. MYRTIUM: Then you’re not getting married, Pamphilus?

> Greek: 3. ΜΥΡΤΙΟΝ: Οὐκοῦν οὐ γαμεῖς, ὦ Πάμφιλε;

[¶3] PAMPHILUS: Are you out of your mind, Myrtium, or is it a hang-over? Though I must say we remained quite sober last night.

> Greek: ΠΑΜΦΙΛΟΣ: Μέμηνας, ὦ Μύρτιον, ἢ κραιπαλᾷς; καίτοι χθὲς οὐ πάνυ ἐμεθύσθημεν.

[¶4] MYRTIUM: It was Doris here who gave me this nasty shock. I sent her out to buy some wool for the little stranger, and to pray to Artemis to deliver me safely, and she’d met Lesbia, she told me, and—but it’d be better for you yourself, Doris, to tell him what you heard, unless you made all this up. DORIS: Ruin take me, mistress, if I told a single lie. When I got to the town-hall, I met Lesbia who was all smiles and told me that our lover, Pamphilus, was marrying Philo’s daughter. She said that if I didn’t believe her, I was to peep into your alley and see the garlands everywhere, the girl-pipers, the commotion, and the people singing the wedding hymn.

> Greek: ΜΥΡΤΙΟΝ: Ἡ Δωρὶς αὕτη ἐλύπησέ με· πεμφθεῖσα γὰρ ὡς ἔρια ὠνήσαιτό μοι ἐπὶ τὴν γαστέρα καὶ εὔξαιτο τῇ Λοχείᾳ ὡς ὑπὲρ ἐμοῦ, Λεσβίαν ἔφη ἐντυχοῦσαν αὐτῇ—μᾶλλον δὲ σὺ αὐτῷ, ὦ Δωρί, λέγε ἅπερ ἀκήκοας, εἴ γε μὴ ἐπλάσω ταῦτα. ΔΩΡΙΣ: Ἀλλ' ἐπιτριβείην, ὦ δέσποινα, εἴ τι ἐψευσάμην· ἐπεὶ γὰρ κατὰ τὸ πρυτανεῖον ἐγενόμην, ἐνέτυχέ μοι ἡ Λεσβία μειδιῶσα καὶ φησίν, Ὁ ἐραστὴς ὑμῶν ὁ Πάμφιλος γαμεῖ τὴν Φίλωνος θυγατέρα· εἰ δὲ ἀπιστοίην, ἠξίου με παρακύψασαν ἐς τὸν στενωπὸν ὑμῶν ἰδεῖν πάντα κατεστεφανωμένα καὶ αὐλητρίδας καὶ θόρυβον καὶ ὑμέναιον ᾄδοντάς τινας.

[¶5] PAMPHILUS: Well, Doris, did you take a peep? DORIS: I certainly did, and I saw everything, just as she said.

> Greek: ΠΑΜΦΙΛΟΣ: Τί οὖν; παρέκυψας, ὦ Δωρί; ΔΩΡΙΣ: Καὶ μάλα, καὶ εἶδον ἅπαντα ὡς ἔφη.

[¶6] 4. PAMPHILUS: I understand how you were misled. It wasn’t all lies that Lesbia told you, Doris. What you reported to Myrtium was true. But you were worried without reason, for the wedding wasn’t in our house, but now I recall my mother’s words, when I returned from here yesterday. “My dear Pamphilus”, she said, “Charmides, that young fellow of the same age as you, the son of neighbour Aristaenetus, is getting married at last. He’s showing some sense, but how long are you going to continue keeping a mistress?”Listening to her on and off, I dropped off to sleep. Then I left the house early in the morning, so that I didn’t see anything of what Doris saw later on. If you don’t believe me, Doris, go out again and take a good look, not just at the lane, but at the door to see which one has the garlands. You’ll find it belongs to our neighbours’ house.

> Greek: 4. ΠΑΜΦΙΛΟΣ: Μανθάνω τὴν ἀπάτην· οὐ γὰρ πάντα ἡ Λεσβία, ὦ Δωρί, πρὸς σὲ ἐψεύσατο καὶ σὺ τἀληθῆ ἀπήγγελκας Μυρτίῳ. πλὴν μάτην γε ἐταράχθητε· οὔτε γὰρ παρ' ἡμῖν οἱ γάμοι, ἀλλὰ νῦν ἀνεμνήσθην ἀκούσας τῆς μητρός, ὁπότε χθὲς ἀνέστρεψα παρ' ὑμῶν· ἔφη γάρ, Ὦ Πάμφιλε, ὁ μὲν ἡλικιώτης σοι Χαρμίδης τοῦ γείτονος Ἀρισταινέτου υἱὸς γαμεῖ ἤδη καὶ σωφρονεῖ, σὺ δὲ μέχρι τίνος ἑταίρᾳ σύνει; τοιαῦτα παρακούων αὐτῆς ἐς ὕπνον κατηνέχθην· εἶτα ἕωθεν προῆλθον ἀπὸ τῆς οἰκίας, ὥστε οὐδὲν εἶδον ὧν ἡ Δωρὶς ὕστερον εἶδεν. εἰ δὲ ἀπιστεῖς, αὖθις ἀπελθοῦσα, ὦ Δωρί, ἀκριβῶς ἰδὲ μὴ τὸν στενωπόν, ἀλλὰ τὴν θύραν, ποτέρα ἐστὶν ἡ κατεστεφανωμένη· εὑρήσεις γὰρ τὴν τῶν γειτόνων.

[¶7] MYRTIUM: You’ve saved my life, Pamphilus. I’d have hanged myself, if anything like that had happened.

> Greek: ΜΥΡΤΙΟΝ: Ἀπέσωσας, ὦ Πάμφιλε· ἀπηγξάμην γὰρ ἄν, εἴ τι τοιοῦτο ἐγένετο.

[¶8] PAMPHILUS: Such a thing could never have happened. I hope I’ll never be so mad as to forget Myrtium, especially now that she’s going to have my child.

> Greek: ΠΑΜΦΙΛΟΣ: Ἀλλ' οὐκ ἂν ἐγένετο, μηδ’ οὕτω μανείην, ὡς ἐκλαθέσθαι Μυρτίου, καὶ ταῦτα ἤδη μοι κυούσης παιδίον.

## 3. Dialogue 3

Source: https://scriptura.si/works/lucian-dialogues-of-the-courtesans/3/ · cite a paragraph as https://scriptura.si/works/lucian-dialogues-of-the-courtesans/3/#p-N

[¶0] 1. MOTHER: Did you take leave of your senses at the party last night, Philinna? What came over you? Diphilus came to me early this morning in tears, and told me how you’d treated him. He said you were drunk, got up and danced in the middle of the company, though he tried to stop you, then kissed his friend, Lamprias, and, when he showed that he was annoyed with you, left him, went over to Lamprias, and threw your arms round his neck. He choked with rage, he said, at such goings on. But even later on, I imagine, you wouldn’t sleep with him, but left him weeping, and lay down by yourself on the nearby pallet, singing songs, and annoying him.

> Greek: 1. ΜΗΤΗΡ: Ἐμάνης, ὦ Φίλιννα, ἢ τί ἔπαθες ἐν τῷ ξυμποσίῳ χθές; ἧκε γὰρ παρ' ἐμὲ Δίφιλος ἕωθεν δακρύων καὶ διηγήσατό μοι ἃ ἔπαθεν ὑπὸ σοῦ· μεμεθύσθαι γάρ σε καὶ ἐς τὸ μέσον ἀναστᾶσαν ὀρχήσασθαι αὐτοῦ διακωλύοντος καὶ μετὰ ταῦτα φιλῆσαι Λαμπρίαν τὸν ἑταῖρον αὐτοῦ, καὶ ἐπεὶ ἐχαλέπηνέ σοι, καταλιποῦσαν αὐτὸν ἀπελθεῖν πρὸς τὸν Λαμπρίαν καὶ περιβαλεῖν ἐκεῖνον, ἑαυτὸν δὲ ἀποπνίγεσθαι τούτων γιγνομένων. ἀλλ’ οὐδὲ τῆς νυκτός, οἶμαι, συνεκάθευδες, καταλιποῦσα δὲ δακρύοντα μόνη ἐπὶ τοῦ πλησίον σκίμποδος κατέκεισο ᾄδουσα καὶ λυποῦσα ἐκεῖνον.

[¶1] 2. PHILINNA: Of course, he didn’t tell you what he did, mother, or you wouldn’t take the part of one who behaved so outrageously. He left me and prattled with Thais, Lamprias’ girl, for Lamprias himself had not yet arrived. After he had seen that I was angry, and I’d shown him how I disapproved of his behaviour, he laid hold of the tip of Thais’ ear, bent her neck, and kissed her so hard, that she could scarcely get her lips free. I cried, but he laughed, and whispered a lot into her ear—all of it directed against me, no doubt—and Thais kept looking at me, and smiling. But after they’d seen Lamprias coming, and had at last decided they’d had enough of kissing each other, I went in spite of it all and lay by his side, so that he wouldn’t have something more to cast up to me afterwards. Thais jumped up and was the first to dance, with her dress pulled up high, as if she was the only one with a pretty pair of ankles; when she’d finished, Lamprias kept quiet and said nothing, but Diphilus praised her to the skies for her fine dancing and her outfit, for the skill of her feet in keeping time with the lyre, and for her pretty ankles, and so on ad infinitum, as if he were praising the Sosandra of Calamis, rather than Thais, whose appearance you know, as she goes to the baths with us. And how she started to mock me the next moment! “Anyone”, said she, “who isn’t ashamed of having skinny legs will get up and dance too.” What could I say, mother? I got up and danced. What else was I to do? Sit still, and prove the truth of the taunt, by allowing Thais to be queen of the party?

> Greek: 2. ΦΙΛΙΝΝΑ: Τὰ γὰρ αὑτοῦ σοι, ὦ μῆτερ, οὐ διηγήσατο· οὐ γὰρ ἂν συνηγόρευες αὐτῷ ὑβριστῇ ὄντι, ὃς ἐμοῦ ἀφέμενος ἐκοινολογεῖτο Θαΐδι τῇ Λαμπρίου ἑταίρᾳ, μηδέπω ἐκείνου παρόντος· ἐπεὶ δὲ χαλεπαίνουσαν εἶδέ με καὶ διένευσα αὐτῷ οἷα ποιεῖ, τοῦ ὠτὸς ἄκρου ἐφαψάμενος ἀνακλάσας τὸν αὐχένα τῆς Θαΐδος ἐφίλησεν οὕτω προσφυῶς, ὥστε μόλις ἀπέσπασε τὰ χείλη, εἶτ' ἐγὼ μὲν ἐδάκρυον, ὁ δὲ ἐγέλα καὶ πρὸς τὴν Θαΐδα πολλὰ πρὸς τὸ οὖς ἔλεγε κατ' ἐμοῦ δηλαδή, καὶ ἡ Θαῒς ἐμειδίασε βλέπουσα πρὸς ἐμέ. ὡς δὲ προσιόντα ᾔσθοντο τὸν Λαμπρίαν καὶ ἐκορέσθησάν ποτε φιλοῦντες ἀλλήλους, ἐγὼ μὲν ὅμως παρ' αὐτὸν κατεκλίθην, ὡς μὴ καὶ τοῦτο προφασίζοιτο ὕστερον, ἡ Θαῒς δὲ ἀναστᾶσα ὠρχήσατο πρώτη ἀπογυμνοῦσα ἐπὶ πολὺ τὰ σφυρὰ ὡς μόνη καλὰ ἔχουσα, καὶ ἐπειδὴ ἐπαύσατο, ὁ Λαμπρίας μὲν ἐσίγα καὶ εἶπεν οὐδέν, Δίφιλος δὲ ὑπερεπῄνει τὸ εὔρυθμον καὶ τὸ κεχορηγημένον, καὶ ὅτι εὖ πρὸς τὴν κιθάραν ὁ ποὺς καὶ τὸ σφυρὸν ὡς καλὸν καὶ ἄλλα μυρία, καθάπερ τὴν Καλάμιδος Σωσάνδραν ἐπαινῶν, ἀλλ’ οὐχὶ Θαΐδα, ἣν καὶ σὺ οἶσθα συλλουομένην ἡμῖν οἵα ἐστί. Θαῒς δὲ οἷα καὶ ἔσκωψεν εὐθὺς ἐς ἐμέ· Εἰ γάρ τις, ἔφη, μὴ αἰσχύνεται λεπτὰ ἔχουσα τὰ σκέλη, ὀρχήσεται καὶ αὐτὴ ἐξαναστᾶσα. τί ἂν λέγοιμι, ὦ μῆτερ; ἀνέστην γὰρ καὶ ὠρχησάμην. ἀλλὰ τί ἔδει ποιεῖν; ἀνασχέσθαι καὶ ἐπαληθεύειν τὸ σκῶμμα καὶ τὴν Θαΐδα ἐᾶν τυραννεῖν τοῦ συμποσίου;

[¶2] 3. MOTHER: You took yourself too seriously, my dear. You shouldn’t have let it bother you. But tell me what happened next. PHILINNA: The others all praised me, but Diphilus stretched himself on his back and went on staring at the ceiling, till I tired and stopped.

> Greek: 3. ΜΗΤΗΡ: Φιλοτιμότερον μέν, ὦ θύγατερ· οὐδὲ φροντίζειν γὰρ ἐχρῆν· λέγε δ’ ὅμως τὰ μετὰ ταῦτα. ΦΙΛΙΝΝΑ: Οἱ μὲν οὖν ἄλλοι ἐπῄνουν, ὁ Δίφιλος δὲ μόνος ὕπτιον καταβαλὼν ἑαυτὸν ἐς τὴν ὀροφὴν ἀνέβλεπεν, ἄχρις δὴ καμοῦσα ἐπαυσάμην.

[¶3] MOTHER: But is it true that you kissed Lamprias, and that you went over and embraced him? Why don’t you answer? Such conduct was past forgiving. PHILINNA: I wanted to annoy him in return.

> Greek: ΜΗΤΗΡ: Τὸ φιλῆσαι δὲ τὸν Λαμπρίαν ἀληθὲς ἦν καὶ τὸ μεταβᾶσαν περιπλέκεσθαι αὐτῷ; τί σιγᾷς; οὐκέτι γὰρ ταῦτα συγγνώμης ἄξια. ΦΙΛΙΝΝΑ: Ἀντιλυπεῖν ἐβουλόμην αὐτόν.

[¶4] MOTHER: Then afterwards you wouldn’t sleep with him, but sang songs, while he cried? Don’t you understand, daughter, that we’re penniless? Do you forget how much he has given us, and how we’d have had to pass the last winter, if Aphrodite hadn’t sent him to us? PHILINNA: What of it? Does that mean I’ve to put up with such insults from him?

> Greek: ΜΗΤΗΡ: Εἶτα οὐδὲ συνεκάθευδες, ἀλλὰ καὶ ᾖδες ἐκείνου δακρύοντος; οὐκ αἰσθάνῃ, ὦ θύγατερ, ὅτι πτωχαί ἐσμεν, οὐδὲ μέμνησαι ὅσα παρ' αὐτοῦ ἐλάβομεν ἢ οἷον δὴ τὸν πέρυσι χειμῶνα διηγάγομεν ἄν, εἰ μὴ τοῦτον ἡμῖν ἡ Ἀφροδίτη ἔπεμψε; ΦΙΛΙΝΝΑ: Τί οὖν; ἀνέχωμαι διὰ τοῦτο ὑβριζομένη ὑπ' αὐτοῦ;

[¶5] MOTHER: Be angry by all means, my daughter, but don’t insult him back. Lovers insulted love no longer, but speak severely to themselves. You’ve always been hard on the fellow. Remember the proverb, and take care that we don’t strain the rope to breaking point.

> Greek: ΜΗΤΗΡ: Ὀργίζου μέν, μὴ ἀνθύβριζε δέ. οὐκ οἶσθα ὅτι ὑβριζόμενοι παύονται οἱ ἐρῶντες καὶ ἐπιτιμῶσιν ἑαυτοῖς; σὺ δὲ πάνυ χαλεπὴ ἀεὶ τῷ ἀνθρώπῳ γεγένησαι, καὶ ὅρα μὴ κατὰ τὴν παροιμίαν ἀπορρήξωμεν πάνυ τείνουσαι τὸ καλῴδιον.

## 4. Dialogue 4

Source: https://scriptura.si/works/lucian-dialogues-of-the-courtesans/4/ · cite a paragraph as https://scriptura.si/works/lucian-dialogues-of-the-courtesans/4/#p-N

[¶0] 1. MELITTA: Bacchis, do you know any old woman of the kind called Thessalians? There are said to be a lot of them around. They use incantations and can make a woman to be loved, no matter how much she is hated before. My blessings on you, if you can bring one of them to me. I would gladly give up these dresses and all this gold, if I could only see Charinus returning to me, and hating Simiche as he now hates me. BACCHIS: What’s that? Don’t you live together any more? Has Charinus gone off to Simiche, and left you, Melitta, you for whose sake he had to face all that parental fury, when he refused to marry that rich girl who, they said, brought a dowry of five talents? I heard that from your own mouth. MELITTA: That’s all over now, Bacchis, and for five days now I haven’t so much as set eyes on him, while the gentleman in question and Simiche have been carousing with Pammenes, his companion.

> Greek: 1. ΜΕΛΙΤΤΑ: Εἴ τινα οἶσθα, Βακχί, γραῦν, οἷαι πολλαὶ Θετταλαὶ λέγονται ἐπᾴδουσαι καὶ ἐρασμίους ποιοῦσαι, εἰ καὶ πάνυ μισουμένη γυνὴ τυγχάνοι, οὕτως ὄναιο, παραλαβοῦσα ἧκέ μοι· θαἰμάτια γὰρ καὶ τὰ χρυσία ταῦτα προείμην ἡδέως, εἰ μόνον ἴδοιμι ἐπ' ἐμὲ αὖθις ἀναστρέψαντα Χαρῖνον μισήσαντα Σιμίχην ὡς νῦν ἐμέ. ΒΑΚΧΙΣ: Τί φῄς; οὐκέτι σύνεστε—ἀλλὰ παρὰ τὴν Σιμίχην, ὦ Μέλιττα, καταλιπὼν οἴχεται Χαρῖνος—δι’ ἣν τοσαύτας ὀργὰς τῶν γονέων ἠνέσχετο οὐ βουληθεὶς τὴν πλουσίαν ἐκείνην γῆμαι πέντε προικὸς τάλαντα, ὡς ἔλεγον, ἐπιφερομένην; πέπυσμαι γὰρ ταῦτά σου ἀκούσασα. ΜΕΛΙΤΤΑ: Ἅπαντα ἐκεῖνα οἴχεται, ὦ Βακχί, καὶ πέμπτην ταύτην ἡμέραν οὐδ’ ἑώρακα ὅλως αὐτόν, ἀλλὰ πίνουσι παρὰ τῷ συνεφήβῳ Παμμένει αὐτός τε καὶ Σιμίχη.

[¶1] 2. BACCHIS: That is rotten for you, Melitta. But what parted you? It must have been something serious. MELITTA: I can’t tell you the whole story. But the other day, when he came back from the Piraeus—his father had sent him there to recover some debt, I believe—he didn’t look at me when he came in, or take me in his arms when I ran over to him in my usual way, but he pushed me away when I tried to embrace him, and he said, “Go off with you to Hermotimus, the shipowner, or read what’s written on the walls at the Ceramicus, where your names are scribbled on a tombstone.” “What Hermotimus?” I said, “Who’s he? What tombstone do you mean?” He wouldn’t answer or take anything to eat, and then went to bed with his back turned to me. You can imagine all the tricks I tried in this situation. I tried to hug him, and to turn him to me, and kissed his back, though he kept turned away from me. He didn’t soften a bit, but said, “If you bother me any more, I’ll leave this instant, even though it is midnight.”

> Greek: 2. ΒΑΚΧΙΣ: Δεινά, ὦ Μέλιττα, πέπονθας. ἀλλὰ τί καὶ ὑμᾶς διέστησεν; ἔοικε γὰρ οὐ μικρὸν τοῦτ' εἶναι. ΜΕΛΙΤΤΑ: Τὸ μὲν ὅλον οὐδὲ εἰπεῖν ἔχω· πρῴην δὲ ἀνελθὼν ἐκ Πειραιῶς—κατεληλύθει γάρ, οἶμαι, χρέος ἀπαιτήσων πέμψαντος τοῦ πατρός—οὔτε προσέβλεψεν ἐσελθὼν οὔτε προσήκατο ὡς ἔθος προσδραμοῦσαν, ἀποσεισάμενος δὲ περιπλακῆναι θέλουσαν, Ἄπιθι, φησί, πρὸς τὸν ναύκληρον Ἑρμότιμον ἢ τὰ ἐπὶ τῶν τοίχων γεγραμμένα ἐν Κεραμεικῷ ἀνάγνωθι, ὅπου κατεστηλίτευται ὑμῶν τὰ ὀνόματα. Τίνα Ἑρμότιμον, τίνα, ἔφην, ἢ ποίαν στήλην λέγεις; ὁ δὲ οὐδὲν ἀποκρινάμενος οὐδὲ δειπνήσας ἐκάθευδεν ἀποστραφείς. πόσα οἴει ἐπὶ τούτῳ μεμηχανῆσθαί με περιλαμβάνουσαν, ἐπιστρέφουσαν, φιλοῦσαν ἀπεστραμμένου τὸ μετάφρενον; ὁ δ’ οὐδ’ ὁπωστιοῦν ὑπεμαλάχθη, ἀλλ’ Εἴ μοι, φησίν, ἐπὶ πλέον ἐνοχλήσεις, ἄπειμι ἤδη, εἰ καὶ μέσαι νύκτες εἰσίν.

[¶2] 3. BACCHIS: Did you know Hermotimus, though? MELITTA: May you see me in a more miserable state than at present, my dear, if I know any shipowner called Hermotimus. But next morning, as soon as the cock crowed, he was up and away, but I remembered his saying that the name was written on some wall in the Ceramicus, and I sent Acis to look, but all she could find was this, written near the Dipylon Gate on the right as you go in; “Melitta loves Hermotimus”, and again, a little lower down, “The shipowner Hermotimus loves Melitta.”

> Greek: 3. ΒΑΚΧΙΣ: Ὅμως ᾔδεις τὸν Ἑρμότιμον; ΜΕΛΙΤΤΑ: Ἀλλά με ἴδοις, ὦ Βακχί, ἀθλιώτερον διάγουσαν ἢ νῦν ἔχω, εἴ τινα ἐγὼ ναύκληρον Ἑρμότιμον οἶδα. πλὴν ἀλλ’ ὁ μὲν ἕωθεν ἀπεληλύθει τοῦ ἀλεκτρυόνος ᾄσαντος εὐθὺς ἀνεγρόμενος, ἐγὼ δὲ ἐμεμνήμην ὅτι κατὰ τοίχου τινὸς ἔλεγε καταγεγράφθαι τοὔνομα ἐν Κεραμεικῷ· ἔπεμψα οὖν Ἀκίδα κατασκεψομένην· ἡ δ’ ἄλλο μὲν οὐδὲν εὗρε, τοῦτο δὲ μόνον ἐπιγεγραμμένον ἐσιόντων ἐπὶ τὰ δεξιὰ πρὸς τῷ Διπύλῳ, Μέλιττα φιλεῖ Ἑρμότιμον, καὶ μικρὸν αὖθις ὑποκάτω, Ὁ ναύκληρος Ἑρμότιμος φιλεῖ Μέλιτταν.

[¶3] BACCHIS: Oh, those meddlesome youths! I understand it all. Somebody wished to annoy Charinus, and wrote it up, knowing he was jealous, and he believed it at once. If I see him, I’ll have a word with him. He’s a child still, and has no experience. MELITTA: Where can you see him, when he has shut himself up with Simiche? His parents are still looking for him at my house. But if only, Bacchis, we could find an old woman, as I said! Her presence could save me.

> Greek: ΒΑΚΧΙΣ: Ὢ τῶν περιέργων νεανίσκων. συνίημι γάρ. λυπῆσαί τις θέλων τὸν Χαρῖνον ἐπέγραψε ζηλότυπον ὄντα εἰδώς· ὁ δὲ αὐτίκα ἐπίστευσεν. εἰ δέ που ἴδοιμι αὐτόν, διαλέξομαι. ἄπειρός ἐστι καὶ παῖς ἔτι. ΜΕΛΙΤΤΑ: Ποῦ δ’ ἂν ἴδοις ἐκεῖνον, ὃς ἐγκλεισάμενος ἑαυτὸν σύνεστι τῇ Σιμίχῃ; οἱ γονεῖς δὲ ἔτι παρ' ἐμοὶ ζητοῦσιν αὐτόν. ἀλλ’ εἴ τινα εὕροιμεν ὦ Βακχί, γραῦν, ὡς ἔφην· ἀποσώσει γὰρ ἂν φανεῖσα.

[¶4] 4. BACCHIS: Well, my dearest, there is a most useful witch, a Syrian, who’s still very fresh and firm. Once, when Phanias was angry with me without reason, just as Charinus is with you, she reconciled him with me after four whole months, when I’d already despaired of him; but he was brought back to me by her incantations. MELITTA: What did she charge, if you can still remember?

> Greek: 4. ΒΑΚΧΙΣ: Ἔστιν, ὦ φιλτάτη, ὅτι χρησίμη φαρμακίς, Σύρα τὸ γένος, ὠμὴ ἔτι καὶ συμπεπηγυῖα, ἥ μοί ποτε Φανίαν χαλεπαίνοντα κἀκεῖνον εἰκῆ, ὥσπερ Χαρῖνος, διήλλαξε μετὰ μῆνας ὅλους τέτταρας, ὅτε ἐγὼ μὲν ἤδη ἀπεγνώκειν, ὁ δὲ ὑπὸ τῶν ἐπῳδῶν ἧκεν αὖθις ἐπ' ἐμέ. ΜΕΛΙΤΤΑ: Τί δὲ ἔπραξεν ἡ γραῦς, εἴπερ ἔτι μέμνησαι;

[¶5] BACCHIS: She doesn’t ask a big fee, Melitta—just a drachma and a loaf; besides that you must put out seven obols, sulphur, and a torch along with the salt. These are taken by the old woman; she must also have a bowl of wine mixed, and drink it by herself. You’ll also need something belonging to the man himself, such as clothing or boots or a few of his hairs or anything of that sort. MELITTA: I have his boots.

> Greek: ΒΑΚΧΙΣ: Λαμβάνει μὲν οὐδὲ πολύν, ὦ Μέλιττα, τὸν μισθόν, ἀλλὰ δραχμὴν καὶ ἄρτον· ἐπικεῖσθαι δὲ δεῖ μετὰ τῶν ἁλῶν καὶ ὀβολοὺς ἑπτὰ καὶ θεῖον καὶ δᾷδα. ταῦτα δὲ ἡ γραῦς λαμβάνει, καὶ κρατῆρα κεκερᾶσθαι δεῖ καὶ πίνειν ἐκείνην μόνην. δεήσει αὐτοῦ μέντοι ⟨τι⟩ τοῦ ἀνδρὸς εἶναι, οἷον ἱμάτια ἢ κρηπῖδας ἢ ὀλίγας τῶν τριχῶν ἤ τι τῶν τοιούτων. ΜΕΛΙΤΤΑ: Ἔχω τὰς κρηπῖδας αὐτοῦ.

[¶6] 5. BACCHIS: She hangs these on a peg and fumigates them with sulphur, sprinkling salt over the fire, and mumbles both your names. Then she plucks out a magic wheel from her bosom, and whirls it round, rattling off an incantation full of horrible outlandish names. That’s what she did on that occasion, and shortly afterwards, though at one and the same time his friends told him off, and Phoebis, the lady whose company he was keeping, pleaded desperately with him, he returned to me; and it was mainly the charm that brought him back. Yes, and she impressed on me this spell for turning him against Phoebis—to look out for any footprints she left, to erase them, place my right foot where her left had been, and vice versa, with feet pointing the other way, and say, “I trample on you and am on top of you.” These instructions I carried out. MELITTA: Hurry, hurry, Bacchis. Fetch the Syrian woman at once. And you, Acis, get ready the loaf and the sulphur and all the other things for the spell.

> Greek: 5. ΒΑΚΧΙΣ: Ταύτας κρεμάσασα ἐκ παττάλου ὑποθυμιᾷ τῷ θείῳ, πάττουσα καὶ τῶν ἁλῶν ἐπὶ τὸ πῦρ· ἐπιλέγει δὲ ἀμφοῖν τὰ ὀνόματα καὶ τὸ ἐκείνου καὶ τὸ σόν. εἶτα ἐκ τοῦ κόλπου προκομίσασα ῥόμβον ἐπιστρέφει ἐπῳδήν τινα λέγουσα ἐπιτρόχῳ τῇ γλώττῃ, βαρβαρικὰ καὶ φρικώδη ὀνόματα. ταῦτα ἐποίησε τότε. καὶ μετ' οὐ πολὺ Φανίας, ἅμα καὶ τῶν συνεφήβων ἐπιτιμησάντων αὐτῷ καὶ τῆς Φοιβίδος, ᾗ συνῆν, πολλὰ αἰτούσης, ἧκέ μοι, τὸ πλέον ὑπὸ τῆς ἐπῳδῆς ἀγόμενος. ἔτι δὲ καὶ τοῦτό με σφόδρα κατὰ τῆς Φοιβίδος τὸ μίσηθρον ἐδιδάξατο, τηρήσασαν τὸ ἴχνος, ἐπὰν ἀπολίποι, ἀμαυρώσασαν ἐπιβῆναι μὲν τῷ ἀριστερῷ ἐκείνης τὸν ἐμὸν δεξιόν. τῷ δεξιῷ δὲ τὸν ἀριστερὸν ἔμπαλιν καὶ λέγειν, Ἐπιβέβηκά σοι καὶ ὑπεράνω εἰμί· καὶ ἐποίησα ὡς προσέταξε. ΜΕΛΙΤΤΑ: Μὴ μέλλε, μὴ μέλλε, ὦ Βακχί, κάλει ἤδη τὴν Σύραν. σὺ δέ, ὦ Ἀκί, τὸν ἄρτον καὶ τὸ θεῖον καὶ τὰ ἄλλα πάντα πρὸς τὴν ἐπῳδὴν εὐτρέπιζε.

## 5. Dialogue 5

Source: https://scriptura.si/works/lucian-dialogues-of-the-courtesans/5/ · cite a paragraph as https://scriptura.si/works/lucian-dialogues-of-the-courtesans/5/#p-N

[¶0] 1. CLONARIUM: We’ve been hearing strange things about you, Leaena. They say that Megilla, the rich Lesbian woman, is in love with you just like a man, that you live with each other, and do goodness knows what together. Hullo! Blushing? Tell me if it’s true. LEAENA: Quite true, Clonarium. But I’m ashamed, for it’s unnatural.

> Greek: 1. ΚΛΩΝΑΡΙΟΝ: Καινὰ περὶ σοῦ ἀκούομεν, ὦ Λέαινα, τὴν Λεσβίαν Μέγιλλαν τὴν πλουσίαν ἐρᾶν σου ὥσπερ ἄνδρα καὶ συνεῖναι ὑμᾶς οὐκ οἶδ’ ὅ τι ποιούσας μετ' ἀλλήλων. τί τοῦτο; ἠρυθρίασας; ἀλλ’ εἰπὲ εἰ ἀληθῆ ταῦτά ἐστιν. ΛΕΑΙΝΑ: Ἀληθῆ, ὦ Κλωνάριον· αἰσχύνομαι δέ, ἀλλόκοτον γάρ τί ἐστι.

[¶1] CLONARIUM: In the name of Mother Aphrodite, what’s it all about? What does the woman want? What do you do when you are together? You see, you don’t love me, or you wouldn’t hide such things from me. LEAENA: I love you as much as I love any woman, but she’s terribly like a man.

> Greek: ΚΛΩΝΑΡΙΟΝ: Πρὸς τῆς κουροτρόφου τί τὸ πρᾶγμα, ἢ τί βούλεται ἡ γυνή; τί δὲ καὶ πράττετε, ὅταν συνῆτε; ὁρᾷς; οὐ φιλεῖς με· οὐ γὰρ ἂν ἀπεκρύπτου τὰ τοιαῦτα. ΛΕΑΙΝΑ: Φιλῶ μέν σε, εἰ καί τινα ἄλλην. ἡ γυνὴ δὲ δεινῶς ἀνδρική ἐστιν.

[¶2] 2. CLONARIUM: I don’t understand what you mean, unless she’s a sort of woman for the ladies. They say there are women like that in Lesbos, with faces like men, and unwilling to consort with men, but only with women, as though they themselves were men. LEAENA: It’s something like that.

> Greek: 2. ΚΛΩΝΑΡΙΟΝ: Οὐ μανθάνω ὅ τι καὶ λέγεις, εἰ μή τις ἑταιρίστρια τυγχάνει οὖσα· τοιαύτας γὰρ ἐν Λέσβῳ λέγουσι γυναῖκας ἀρρενωπούς, ὑπ' ἀνδρῶν μὲν οὐκ ἐθελούσας αὐτὸ πάσχειν, γυναιξὶ δὲ αὐτὰς πλησιαζούσας ὥσπερ ἄνδρας. ΛΕΑΙΝΑ: Τοιοῦτόν τι.

[¶3] CLONARIUM: Well, tell me all about it; tell me how she made her first advances to you, how you were persuaded, and what followed. LEAENA: She herself and another rich woman, with the same accomplishments, Demonassa from Corinth, were organising a drinking party, and had taken me along to provide them with music. But, when I had finished playing, and it was late and time to turn in and they were drunk, Megilla said, “Come along Leaena, it’s high time we were in bed; you sleep here between us.”

> Greek: ΚΛΩΝΑΡΙΟΝ: Οὐκοῦν, ὦ Λέαινα, τοῦτο αὐτὸ καὶ διήγησαι, ὅπως μὲν ἐπείρα τὸ πρῶτον, ὅπως δὲ καὶ σὺ συνεπείσθης καὶ τὰ μετὰ ταῦτα. ΛΕΑΙΝΑ: Πότον τινὰ συγκροτοῦσα αὐτή τε καὶ Δημώνασσα ἡ Κορινθία. πλουτοῦσα δὲ καὶ αὐτὴ καὶ ὁμότεχνος οὖσα τῇ Μεγίλλῃ, παρειλήφει κἀμὲ κιθαρίζειν αὐταῖς· ἐπεὶ δὲ ἐκιθάρισα καὶ ἀωρὶ ἦν καὶ ἔδει καθεύδειν, καὶ ἐμέθυον, Ἄγε δή, ἔφη, ὦ Λέαινα, ἡ Μέγιλλα, κοιμᾶσθαι γὰρ ἤδη καλόν, ἐνταῦθα κάθευδε μεθ' ἡμῶν μέση ἀμφοτέρων.

[¶4] CLONARIUM: And did you? What happened after that?

> Greek: ΚΛΩΝΑΡΙΟΝ: Ἐκάθευδες; τὸ μετὰ ταῦτα τί ἐγένετο;

[¶5] 3. LEAENA: At first they kissed me like men, not simply bringing their lips to mine, but opening their mouths a little, embracing me, and squeezing my breasts. Demonassa even bit me as she kissed, and I didn’t know what to make of it. Eventually Megilla, being now rather heated, pulled off her wig, which was very realistic and fitted very closely, and revealed the skin of her head which was shaved close, just as on the most energetic of athletes. This sight gave me a shock, but she said, “Leaena, have you ever seen such a good-looking young fellow?” “I don’t see one here, Megilla,” said I. “Don’t make a woman out of me,” said she. “My name is Megillus, and I’ve been married to Demonassa here for ever so long; she’s my wife.” I laughed at that, Clonarium, and said, “Then, unknown to us, Megillus, you were a man all the time, just as they say Achilles once hid among the girls, and you have everything that a man has, and can play the part of a man to Demonassa?” “I haven’t got what you mean,” said she, “I don’t need it at all. You’ll find I’ve a much pleasanter method of my own.” “You’re surely not a hermaphrodite,” said I, “equipped both as a man and a woman, as many people are said to be?”; for I still didn’t know, Clonarium, what it was all about. But she said, “No, Leaena, I’m all man.”

> Greek: 3. ΛΕΑΙΝΑ: Ἐφίλουν με τὸ πρῶτον ὥσπερ οἱ ἄνδρες, οὐκ αὐτὸ μόνον προσαρμόζουσαι τὰ χείλη, ἀλλ’ ὑπανοίγουσαι τὸ στόμα, καὶ περιέβαλλον καὶ τοὺς μαστοὺς ἔθλιβον· ἡ Δημώνασσα δὲ καὶ ἔδακνε μεταξὺ καταφιλοῦσα· ἐγὼ δὲ οὐκ εἶχον εἰκάσαι ὅ τι τὸ πρᾶγμα εἴη. χρόνῳ δὲ ἡ Μέγιλλα ὑπόθερμος ἤδη οὖσα τὴν μὲν πηνήκην ἀφείλετο τῆς κεφαλῆς, ἐπέκειτο δὲ πάνυ ὁμοία καὶ προσφυής, καὶ ἐν χρῷ ὤφθη αὐτὴ καθάπερ οἱ σφόδρα ἀνδρώδεις τῶν ἀθλητῶν ἀποκεκαρμένη· καὶ ἐγὼ ἐταράχθην ἰδοῦσα. ἡ δέ, Ὦ Λέαινα, φησίν, ἑώρακας ἤδη οὕτω καλὸν νεανίσκον; Ἀλλ' οὐχ ὁρῶ, ἔφην, ἐνταῦθα νεανίσκον, ὦ Μέγιλλα. Μή καταθήλυνέ με, ἔφη, Μέγιλλος γὰρ ἐγὼ λέγομαι καὶ γεγάμηκα πρόπαλαι ταύτην τὴν Δημώνασσαν, καὶ ἔστιν ἐμὴ γυνή. ἐγέλασα, ὦ Κλωνάριον, ἐπὶ τούτῳ καὶ ἔφην, Οὐκοῦν σύ, ὦ Μέγιλλε, ἀνήρ τις ὢν ἐλελήθεις ἡμᾶς, καθάπερ τὸν Ἀχιλλέα φασὶ κρυπτόμενον ἐν ταῖς παρθένοις, καὶ τὸ ἀνδρεῖον ἐκεῖνο ἔχεις καὶ ποιεῖς τὴν Δημώνασσαν ἅπερ οἱ ἄνδρες; Ἐκεῖνο μέν, ἔφη, ὦ Λέαινα, οὐκ ἔχω· δέομαι δὲ οὐδὲ πάνυ αὐτοῦ· ἴδιον δέ τινα τρόπον ἡδίω παρὰ πολὺ ὁμιλοῦντα ὄψει με. Ἀλλὰ μὴ Ἑρμαφρόδιτος εἶ, ἔφην, οἷοι πολλοὶ εἶναι λέγονται ἀμφότερα ἔχοντες; ἔτι γὰρ ἠγνόουν, ὦ Κλωνάριον, τὸ πρᾶγμα. Οὔ, φησίν, ἀλλὰ τὸ πᾶν ἀνήρ εἰμι.

[¶6] 4. “Well,” I said, “I’ve heard the Boeotian flute-girl, Ismenodora, repeating tales she’d heard at home, and telling us how someone at Thebes had turned from woman to man, someone who was also an excellent soothsayer, and was, I think, called Tiresias. That didn’t happen to you, did it?” “No, Leaena,” she said, “I was born a woman like the rest of you, but I have the mind and the desires and everything else of a man.” “And do you find these desires enough?” said I. “If you don’t believe me Leaena,” said she, “just give me a chance, and you’ll find I’m as good as any man; I have a substitute of my own. Only give me a chance, and you’ll see.” Well I did, my dear, because she begged so hard, and presented me with a costly necklace, and a very fine linen dress. Then I threw my arms around her as though she were a man, and she went to work, kissing me, and panting, and apparently enjoying herself immensely. CLONARIUM: What did she do? How? That’s what I’m most interested to hear. LEAENA: Don’t enquire too closely into the details; they’re not very nice; so, by Aphrodite in heaven, I won’t tell you!

> Greek: 4. Ἤκουσα, ἔφην ἐγώ, τῆς Βοιωτίας αὐλητρίδος Ἰσμηνοδώρας διηγουμένης τὰ ἐφέστια παρ' αὐτοῖς, ὡς γένοιτό τις ἐν Θήβαις ἐκ γυναικὸς ἀνήρ, ὁ δ’ αὐτὸς καὶ μάντις ἄριστος, οἶμαι, Τειρεσίας τοὔνομα. μὴ οὖν καὶ σὺ τοιοῦτόν τι πέπονθας; Οὔκουν, ὦ Λέαινα, ἔφη, ἀλλὰ ἐγεννήθην μὲν ὁμοία ταῖς ἄλλαις ὑμῖν, ἡ γνώμη δὲ καὶ ἡ ἐπιθυμία καὶ τἆλλα πάντα ἀνδρός ἐστί μοι. Καὶ ἱκανὴ γοῦν σοι, ἔφην, ἐπιθυμία; Πάρεχε γοῦν, ὦ Λέαινα, εἰ ἀπιστεῖς, ἔφη, καὶ γνώσῃ οὐδὲν ἐνδέουσάν με τῶν ἀνδρῶν· ἔχω γάρ τι ἀντὶ τοῦ ἀνδρείου. ἀλλὰ πάρεχε, ὄψει γάρ. παρέσχον, ὦ Κλωνάριον, ἱκετευούσης πολλὰ καὶ ὅρμον τινά μοι δούσης τῶν πολυτελῶν καὶ ὀθόνας τῶν λεπτῶν. εἶτ' ἐγὼ μὲν ὥσπερ ἄνδρα περιελάμβανον, ἡ δὲ ἐποίει τε καὶ ἐφίλει καὶ ἤσθμαινε καὶ ἐδόκει μοι ἐς ὑπερβολὴν ἥδεσθαι. ΚΛΩΝΑΡΙΟΝ: Τί ἐποίει, ὦ Λέαινα, ἢ τίνα τρόπον; τοῦτο γὰρ μάλιστα εἰπέ. ΛΕΑΙΝΑ: Μὴ ἀνάκρινε ἀκριβῶς, αἰσχρὰ γάρ· ὥστε μὰ τὴν οὐρανίαν οὐκ ἂν εἴποιμι.

## 6. Dialogue 6

Source: https://scriptura.si/works/lucian-dialogues-of-the-courtesans/6/ · cite a paragraph as https://scriptura.si/works/lucian-dialogues-of-the-courtesans/6/#p-N

[¶0] 1. CROBYLE: Well, Corinna, now you know that it’s by no means as terrible as you thought for a maiden to become a woman. You’ve been with a handsome lad, and you’ve earned for your first fee a mina, out of which presently I’ll buy you a necklace. CORINNA: Yes, mummy darling. I’d like it to have bright red beads like the one Philaenis has. CROBYLE: So it shall. Let me give you the rest of my instructions about what to do and how to behave with the men; for we have no other means of livelihood, daughter, and you must realise what a miserable life we’ve had these two years since your father died, God rest his soul. But, while he lived, we had plenty of everything; for he was a smith with a great name in the Piraeus, and you can hear anyone swear there never will be another smith to follow Philinus. After his death, first of all I sold his tongs, his anvil and his hammer for two minae, and that kept us for seven months; since then I’ve barely provided a starvation diet, now by weaving, now by spinning thread for woof or warp. I’ve fed you and waited for my hopes to be realised.

> Greek: 1. ΚΡΩΒΥΛΗ: Ὦ Κόριννα, ὡς μὲν οὐ πάνυ δεινὸν ἦν, ὃ ἐνόμιζες, τὸ γυναῖκα γενέσθαι ἐκ παρθένου, μεμάθηκας ἤδη, μετὰ μειρακίου μὲν ὡραίου γενομένη, μνᾶν δὲ τὸ πρῶτον μίσθωμα κομισαμένη, ἐξ ἧς ὅρμον αὐτίκα ὠνήσομαί σοι. ΚΟΡΙΝΝΑ: Ναί, μαννάριον. ἐχέτω δὲ καὶ ψήφους τινὰς πυραυγεῖς οἷος ὁ Φιλαινίδος ἐστίν. ΚΡΩΒΥΛΗ: Ἔσται τοιοῦτος. ἄκουε δὲ καὶ τἆλλα παρ' ἐμοῦ ἅ σε χρὴ ποιεῖν καὶ ὅπως προσφέρεσθαι τοῖς ἀνδράσιν· ἄλλη μὲν γὰρ ἡμῖν ἀποστροφὴ τοῦ βίου οὐκ ἔστιν, ὦ θύγατερ, ἀλλὰ δύο ἔτη ταῦτα ἐξ οὗ τέθνηκεν ὁ μακαρίτης σου πατήρ, οὐκ οἶσθα ὅπως ἀπεζήσαμεν; ὅτε δὲ ἐκεῖνος ἔζη, πάντα ἦν ἡμῖν ἱκανά· ἐχάλκευε γὰρ καὶ μέγα ἦν ὄνομα αὐτοῦ ἐν Πειραιεῖ, καὶ πάντων ἐστὶν ἀκοῦσαι διομνυμένων ἦ μὴν μετὰ Φιλῖνον μηκέτι ἔσεσθαι ἄλλον χαλκέα. μετὰ δὲ τὴν τελευτὴν τὸ μὲν πρῶτον ἀποδομένη τὰς πυράγρας καὶ τὸν ἄκμονα καὶ σφῦραν δύο μνῶν, μῆνας ἀπὸ τούτων ἑπτὰ διετράφημεν· εἶτα νῦν μὲν ὑφαίνουσα, νῦν δὲ κρόκην κατάγουσα ἢ στήμονα κλώθουσα ἐποριζόμην τὰ σιτία μόλις· ἔβοσκον δὲ σέ, ὦ θύγατερ, τὴν ἐλπίδα περιμένουσα.

[¶1] 2. CORINNA: Do you mean the mina? CROBYLE: No, but I worked out that when you were as old as you are now, it would be easy for you both to keep me and provide yourself with clothes, that you would be rich, and have purple dresses and maids.

> Greek: 2. ΚΟΡΙΝΝΑ: Τὴν μνᾶν λέγεις; ΚΡΩΒΥΛΗ: Οὔκ, ἀλλὰ ἐλογιζόμην ὡς τηλικαύτη γενομένη θρέψεις μὲν ἐμέ, σεαυτὴν δὲ κατακοσμήσεις ῥᾳδίως καὶ πλουτήσεις καὶ ἐσθῆτας ἕξεις ἁλουργεῖς καὶ θεραπαίνας.

[¶2] CORINNA: How so? What do you mean by that, mother? CROBYLE: By associating with young men, drinking and sleeping with them for money.

> Greek: ΚΟΡΙΝΝΑ: Πῶς ἔφης, μῆτερ, ἢ τί λέγεις; ΚΡΩΒΥΛΗ: Συνοῦσα μὲν τοῖς νεανίσκοις καὶ συμπίνουσα μετ' αὐτῶν καὶ συγκαθεύδουσα ἐπὶ μισθῷ.

[¶3] CORINNA: Like Daphnis’ daughter, Lyra? CROBYLE: Yes.

> Greek: ΚΟΡΙΝΝΑ: Καθάπερ ἡ Δαφνίδος θυγάτηρ Λύρα; ΚΡΩΒΥΛΗ: Ναί.

[¶4] CORINNA: But she’s a courtesan. CROBYLE: There’s nothing terrible in that. You too will be rich just like her, and have many lovers. Why do you weep, Corinna? Don’t you see how many courtesans there are, how much they are in demand, and what money they earn? Dear lady Adrastia, I certainly know that Daphnis’ daughter wore rags before she grew up, but you can see what a figure she cuts now, when she goes out with her gold, her gay dresses and her four maids.

> Greek: ΚΟΡΙΝΝΑ: Ἀλλ' ἐκείνη ἑταίρα ἐστίν. ΚΡΩΒΥΛΗ: Οὐδὲν τοῦτο δεινόν· καὶ σὺ γὰρ πλουτήσεις ὡς ἐκείνη καὶ πολλοὺς ἐραστὰς ἕξεις. τί ἐδάκρυσας, ὦ Κόριννα; οὐχ ὁρᾷς ὁπόσαι καὶ ὡς περισπούδαστοί εἰσιν αἱ ἑταῖραι καὶ ὅσα χρήματα λαμβάνουσι; τὴν Δαφνίδος γοῦν ἐγὼ οἶδα, ὦ φίλη Ἀδράστεια, ῥάκη, πρὶν αὐτὴν ἀκμάσαι τὴν ὥραν, περιβεβλημένην· ἀλλὰ νῦν ὁρᾷς οἵα πρόεισι, χρυσὸς καὶ ἐσθῆτες εὐανθεῖς καὶ θεράπαιναι τέτταρες.

[¶5] 3. CORINNA: How did Lyra get all that? CROBYLE: In the first place, she dresses attractively and looks neat; she’s gay with all the men, without being so ready to cackle as you are, but smiles in a sweet bewitching way; later on, she’s very clever when they’re together, never cheats a visitor or an escort, and never throws herself at the men. If ever she takes a fee for going out to dinner, she doesn’t drink too much—that’s ridiculous, and men hate women who do—she doesn’t gorge herself—that’s ill-bred, my dear—but picks up the food with her finger-tips, eating quietly and not stuffing both cheeks full, and, when she drinks, she doesn’t gulp, but sips slowly from time to time.

> Greek: 3. ΚΟΡΙΝΝΑ: Πῶς δὲ ταῦτα ἐκτήσατο ἡ Λύρα; ΚΡΩΒΥΛΗ: Τὸ μὲν πρῶτον κατακοσμοῦσα ἑαυτὴν εὐπρεπῶς καὶ εὐσταλὴς οὖσα καὶ φαιδρὰ πρὸς ἅπαντας, οὐκ ἄχρι τοῦ καγχαρίζειν ῥᾳδίως καθάπερ σὺ εἴωθας, ἀλλὰ μειδιῶσα ἡδὺ καὶ ἐπαγωγόν, εἶτα προσομιλοῦσα δεξιῶς καὶ μήτε φενακίζουσα, εἴ τις προσέλθοι ἢ προπέμψειε, μήτε αὐτὴ ἐπιλαμβανομένη τῶν ἀνδρῶν. ἢν δέ ποτε καὶ ἀπέλθῃ ἐπὶ δεῖπνον λαβοῦσα μίσθωμα, οὔτε μεθύσκεται—καταγέλαστον γὰρ καὶ μισοῦσιν οἱ ἄνδρες τὰς τοιαύτας—οὔτε ὑπερεμφορεῖται τοῦ ὄψου ἀπειροκάλως, ἀλλὰ προσάπτεται μὲν ἄκροις τοῖς δακτύλοις, σιωπῇ δὲ τὰς ἐνθέσεις οὐκ ἐπ' ἀμφοτέρας παραβύεται τὰς γνάθους, πίνει δὲ ἠρέμα, οὐ χανδόν, ἀλλ’ ἀναπαυομένη.

[¶6] CORINNA: Even if she’s thirsty, mother? CORBYLE: Then most of all, Corinna. Also, she doesn’t talk too much or make fun of any of the company, and has eyes only for her customer. These are the things that make her popular with the men. Again, when it’s time for bed, she’ll never do anything coarse or slovenly, but her only aim is to attract the man and make him love her; these are the things they all praise in her. If you can learn all this, we’ll be just as prosperous as she is. For, in all else, compared with her, you’re a long way—but, good Nemesis, I won’t mention that, but only pray for long life for you.

> Greek: ΚΟΡΙΝΝΑ: Κἂν εἰ διψῶσα, ὦ μῆτερ, τύχῃ; ΚΡΩΒΥΛΗ: Τότε μάλιστα, ὦ Κόριννα. καὶ οὔτε πλέον τοῦ δέοντος φθέγγεται οὔτε ἀποσκώπτει ἔς τινα τῶν παρόντων, ἐς μόνον δὲ τὸν μισθωσάμενον βλέπει· καὶ διὰ τοῦτο ἐκεῖνοι φιλοῦσιν αὐτήν. καὶ ἐπειδὰν κοιμᾶσθαι δέῃ, ἀσελγὲς οὐδὲν οὐδὲ ἀμελὲς ἐκείνη ἄν τι ἐργάσαιτο, ἀλλὰ ἐξ ἅπαντος ἓν τοῦτο θηρᾶται, ὡς ὑπαγάγοιτο καὶ ἐραστὴν ποιήσειεν ἐκεῖνον· ταῦτα γὰρ αὐτῆς ἅπαντες ἐπαινοῦσιν. εἰ δὴ καὶ σὺ ταῦτα ἐκμάθοις, μακάριαι καὶ ἡμεῖς ἐσόμεθα· ἐπεὶ τά γε ἄλλα παρὰ πολὺ αὐτῆς—ἀλλ’ οὐδέν, ὦ φίλη Ἀδράστεια, φημί, ζῴης μόνον.

[¶7] 4. CORINNA: Tell me, mother, are all the customers like Eucritus, with whom I slept last night? CROBYLE: Not all of them; some are better. Some are already men; some again are not at all good-looking.

> Greek: 4. ΚΟΡΙΝΝΑ: Εἰπέ μοι, ὦ μῆτερ, οἱ μισθούμενοι πάντες τοιοῦτοί εἰσιν οἷος ὁ Εὔκριτος, μεθ' οὗ χθὲς ἐκάθευδον; ΚΡΩΒΥΛΗ: Οὐ πάντες, ἀλλ’ ἔνιοι μὲν ἀμείνους, οἱ δὲ καὶ ἤδη ἀνδρώδεις, οἱ δὲ καὶ οὐ πάνυ μορφῆς εὐφυῶς ἔχοντες.

[¶8] CORINNA: And must I sleep with men like that? CROBYLE: Certainly, daughter. They pay more, let me tell you, while the handsome wish only to be handsome by way of payment. You too must always think of the bigger fee, if you want all the women soon to point you out and say, “See how very rich Corinna, Crobyle’s daughter, is, and how she’s made her mother prosperous three times over!” What do you say? Will you do it? I know you will, and you’ll easily beat all the others. Now go and take a bath, in case your boy Eucritus comes again today. He promised he would.

> Greek: ΚΟΡΙΝΝΑ: Καὶ τοιούτοις συγκαθεύδειν δεήσει; ΚΡΩΒΥΛΗ: Μάλιστα, ὦ θύγατερ· οὗτοι μέν τοι καὶ πλείονα διδόασιν· οἱ καλοὶ δὲ αὐτὸ μόνον καλοὶ θέλουσιν εἶναι. καὶ σοὶ δὲ μελέτω ἀεὶ τοῦ πλείονος, εἰ θέλεις ἐν βραχεῖ λέγειν ἁπάσας ἐνδειξάσας σε τῷ δακτύλῳ, Οὐχ ὁρᾷς τὴν Κόρινναν τὴν τῆς Κρωβύλης θυγατέρα ὡς ὑπερπλουτεῖ καὶ τρισευδαίμονα πεποίηκε τὴν μητέρα; τί φῄς; ποιήσεις ταῦτα; ποιήσεις, οἶδα ἐγώ, καὶ προέξεις ἁπασῶν ῥᾳδίως. νῦν δ’ ἄπιθι λουσομένη, εἰ ἀφίκοιτο καὶ τήμερον τὸ μειράκιον ὁ Εὔκριτος· ὑπισχνεῖτο γάρ.

## 7. Dialogue 7

Source: https://scriptura.si/works/lucian-dialogues-of-the-courtesans/7/ · cite a paragraph as https://scriptura.si/works/lucian-dialogues-of-the-courtesans/7/#p-N

[¶0] 1. MOTHER: If we find another lover like Chaereas, Musarium, we’ll have to sacrifice a white goat to earthly Aphrodite, and a heifer to the statue of heavenly Aphrodite in the Gardens, and offer a wreath to Demeter, Giver of Wealth! We shall be prosperous and more than doubly blessed! You can see how much we’re getting from the young fellow at present! He has never given you so much as a penny, or a dress, or a pair of shoes, or a bottle of scent. Always there are excuses and promises and hopes for the distant future, and he keeps saying, “If only my father—” or “If I get my inheritance,” or “It will all be yours.” And you say he’s promised on oath to make you his lawful wedded wife.

> Greek: 1. ΜΗΤΗΡ: Ἄν δ’ ἔτι τοιοῦτον ἐραστὴν εὕρωμεν, ὦ Μουσάριον, οἷος ὁ Χαιρέας ἐστί, θῦσαι μὲν τῇ πανδήμῳ δεήσει λευκὴν μηκάδα, τῇ οὐρανίᾳ δὲ τῇ ἐν κήποις δάμαλιν, στεφανῶσαι δὲ καὶ τὴν πλουτοδότειραν, καὶ ὅλως μακάριαι καὶ τρισευδαίμονες ἐσόμεθα. νῦν ὁρᾷς παρὰ τοῦ νεανίσκου ἡλίκα λαμβάνομεν, ὃς ὀβολὸν μὲν οὐδέποτε σοι δέδωκεν, οὐκ ἐσθῆτα, οὐχ ὑποδήματα, οὐ μύρον, ἀλλὰ προφάσεις ἀεὶ καὶ ὑποσχέσεις καὶ μακραὶ ἐλπίδες καὶ πολὺ τό, ἐὰν ὁ πατὴρ..., καὶ κύριος γένωμαι τῶν πατρῴων, καὶ πάντα σά. σὺ δὲ καὶ ὀμωμοκέναι αὐτὸν φῂς ὅτι νόμῳ γαμετὴν ποιήσεταί σε.

[¶1] MUSARIUM: Yes, mother, he swore by the two goddesses and by the Protectress of Athens.

> Greek: ΜΟΥΣΑΡΙΟΝ: Ὤμοσε γάρ, ὦ μῆτερ, κατὰ ταῖν θεοῖν καὶ τῆς Πολιάδος.

[¶2] MOTHER: And you believe him, of course. That’s why, the other day when he couldn’t pay his share of the party, you gave him your ring without telling me, and he sold it and spent the money on drink—yes, and the two Ionian necklaces, weighing two Darics apiece, which Praxias, the Chian shipowner had made in Ephesus and brought for you? Chaereas needed to pay his contribution for a dinner with his fellows. Need I mention your gowns and fine linen? He has indeed been a godsend and blessing to us!

> Greek: ΜΗΤΗΡ: Καὶ πιστεύεις δηλαδή· καὶ διὰ τοῦτο πρῴην οὐκ ἔχοντι αὐτῷ καταθεῖναι συμβολὴν τὸν δακτύλιον δέδωκας ἀγνοούσης ἐμοῦ, ὁ δὲ ἀποδόμενος κατέπιε, καὶ πάλιν τὰ δύο περιδέραια τὰ Ἰωνικά, ἕλκοντα ἑκάτερον δύο δαρεικούς, ἅ σοι ὁ Χῖος Πραξίας ὁ ναύκληρος ἐκόμισε ποιησάμενος ἐν Ἐφέσῳ· ἐδεῖτο γὰρ Χαιρέας ἔρανον συνεφήβοις ἀπενεγκεῖν. ὀθόνας γὰρ καὶ χιτωνίσκους τί ἂν λέγοιμι; καὶ ὅλως ἕρμαιόν τι ἡμῖν καὶ μέγα ὄφελος ἐμπέπτωκεν οὗτος.

[¶3] 2. MUSARIUM: But he’s handsome and smooth-chinned, says he loves me, and cries; he’s the son of Dinomache and Laches, the Areopagite, and says he’ll marry me, and we’ve great hopes of him, if only the old man will fall asleep.

> Greek: 2. ΜΟΥΣΑΡΙΟΝ: Ἀλλὰ καλὸς καὶ ἀγένειος, καὶ φησὶν ἐρᾶν καὶ δακρύει καὶ Δεινομάχης καὶ Λάχητος υἱός ἐστι τοῦ Ἀρεοπαγίτου καὶ φησὶν ἡμᾶς γαμήσειν καὶ μεγάλας ἐλπίδας ἔχομεν παρ' αὐτοῦ, ἢν ὁ γέρων μόνον καταμύσῃ.

[¶4] MOTHER: Well, Musarium, if we want a pair of shoes, and the cobbler asks for two drachmas, we’ll say to him, “We have no money, but let us give you a few of our hopes.” We’ll say the same to the barleymerchant, and, if we’re asked for the rent, we’ll say, “Wait until Laches of Colyttus dies; I’ll pay you after the wedding.” Aren’t you ashamed that you’re the only courtesan without an earring, a necklace, or a lace wrap?

> Greek: ΜΗΤΗΡ: Οὐκοῦν, ὦ Μουσάριον, ἐὰν ὑποδήσασθαι δέῃ, καὶ ὁ σκυτοτόμος αἰτῇ τὸ δίδραχμον, ἐροῦμεν πρὸς αὐτόν, Ἀργύριον μὲν οὐκ ἔχομεν, σὺ δὲ τῶν ἐλπίδων ὀλίγας παρ' ἡμῶν λαβέ· καὶ πρὸς τὸν ἀλφιτοπώλην τὰ αὐτά· καὶ ἢν τὸ ἐνοίκιον αἰτώμεθα, Περίμεινον, φήσομεν, ἔστ' ἂν Λάχης ὁ Κολυττεὺς ἀποθάνῃ· ἀποδώσω γάρ σοι μετὰ τοὺς γάμους. οὐκ αἰσχύνῃ μόνη τῶν ἑταιρῶν οὐκ ἐλλόβιον οὐχ ὅρμον οὐ ταραντινίδιον ἔχουσα;

[¶5] 3. MUSARIUM: What of it, mother? Are they happier than I am or prettier?

> Greek: 3. ΜΟΥΣΑΡΙΟΝ: Τί οὖν, ὦ μῆτερ; ἐκεῖναι εὐτυχέστεραί μου καὶ καλλίους εἰσίν;

[¶6] MOTHER: No, but they’re more sensible, and know their job; they don’t trust idle words, or young men with promises on the tips of their tongues. But you are constant and affectionate, and won’t have anyone near you but Chaereas. Yes, the other day when the Acharnian farmer came with two minas, though he had smooth cheeks too, and money from the wine his father had sent him to sell, you turned up your nose at him, and slept with your Adonis, Chaereas.

> Greek: ΜΗΤΗΡ: Οὔκ, ἀλλὰ συνετώτεραι καὶ ἴσασιν ἑταιρίζειν, οὐδὲ πιστεύουσι ῥηματίοις καὶ νεανίσκοις ἐπ' ἄκρου τοῦ χείλους τοὺς ὅρκους ἔχουσι· σὺ δὲ ἡ πιστὴ καὶ φίλανδρος οὐδὲ προσίῃ ἄλλον τινὰ ὅτι μὴ μόνον Χαιρέαν· καὶ πρῴην μὲν ὅτε ὁ γεωργὸς ὁ Ἀχαρνεὺς ἧκε δύο μνᾶς κομίζων, ἀγένειος καὶ αὐτός—οἴνου δὲ τιμὴν ἀπειλήφει τοῦ πατρὸς πέμψαντος—σὺ δὲ ἐκεῖνον μὲν ἀπεμύκτισας, καθεύδεις δὲ μετὰ τοῦ Ἀδώνιδος Χαιρέου.

[¶7] MUSARIUM: What of it? Was I to leave Chaereas and take that clodhopper smelling of goats? To use the common expression, I find Chaereas smooth, and the Acharnian a rough pig.

> Greek: ΜΟΥΣΑΡΙΟΝ: Τί οὖν; ἐχρῆν Χαιρέαν καταλείψασαν παραδέξασθαι τὸν ἐργάτην ἐκεῖνον κινάβρας ἀπόζοντα; λεῖός μοι, φασί, Χαιρέας καὶ χοιρίσκος Ἁχαρνεύς.

[¶8] MOTHER: Very well, the other’s a rustic and smells nasty. But what about Antipho, the son of MeneCrates, who promised one mina? You wouldn’t have him either. Wasn’t he handsome and polished and just as young as Chaereas?

> Greek: ΜΗΤΗΡ: Ἔστω· ἐκεῖνος ἀγροῖκος καὶ πονηρὸν ἀποπνεῖ. τί καὶ Ἀντιφῶντα τὸν Μενεκράτους μνᾶν ὑπισχνούμενον οὐδὲ τοῦτον ἐδέξω; οὐ καλὸς ἦν καὶ ἀστικὸς καὶ ἡλικιώτης Χαιρέου;

[¶9] 4. MUSARIUM: But Chaereas threatened to slit the throats of both of us, if he ever caught me with him.

> Greek: 4. ΜΟΥΣΑΡΙΟΝ: Ἀλλ' ἠπείλησε Χαιρέας ἀποσφάξειν ἀμφοτέρους, εἰ λάβοι μέ ποτε μετ' αὐτοῦ.

[¶10] MOTHER: But ever so many others make that threat. Will you, then, remain without lovers because of that, and live a chaste life, as though you were not a courtesan but a priestess of Demeter, Giver of Laws? Well, I won’t say any more. It’s the Harvest Home to-day; what has he given you for the feast?

> Greek: ΜΗΤΗΡ: Πόσοι δὲ καὶ ἄλλοι ταῦτα ἀπειλοῦσιν; οὐκοῦν ἀνέραστος σὺ μενεῖς διὰ τοῦτο καὶ σωφρονήσεις καθάπερ οὐχ ἑταίρα, τῆς δὲ Θεσμοφόρου ἱέρειά τις οὖσα; ἐῶ τἆλλα. τήμερον Ἁλῶά ἐστι. τί δέ σοι δέδωκεν ἐς τὴν ἑορτήν;

[¶11] MUSARIUM: He has nothing to give, mummy dear.

> Greek: ΜΟΥΣΑΡΙΟΝ: Οὐκ ἔχει, ὦ μαννάριον.

[¶12] MOTHER: Is he the only one who hasn’t found a way of tricking his father, or sent a slave to hoodwink him, or begged from his mother, and threatened to sail off to the wars, if he’s not given anything? No, there he sits, bringing us to ruin, giving nothing himself, and forbidding you to take from those who will give. Do you think you’ll be eighteen for ever, Musarium, or that Chaereas will feel the same when he’s a rich man himself, and his mother finds him a rich match? Do you think he’ll still remember his tears and his kisses and his oaths, when he sees a dowry of five talents or so?

> Greek: ΜΗΤΗΡ: Μόνος οὗτος οὐ τέχνην εὕρηκεν ἐπὶ τὸν πατέρα, οὐκ οἰκέτην καθῆκεν ἐξαπατήσοντα, οὐκ ἀπὸ τῆς μητρὸς ᾔτησεν ἀπειλήσας ἀποπλευσεῖσθαι στρατευσόμενος, εἰ μὴ λάβοι, ἀλλὰ κάθηται ἡμᾶς ἐπιτρίβων μήτε αὐτὸς διδοὺς μήτε παρὰ τῶν διδόντων ἐῶν λαμβάνειν; σὺ δὲ οἴει, ὦ Μουσάριον, ὀκτωκαίδεκα ἐτῶν ἀεὶ ἔσεσθαι; ἢ τὰ αὐτὰ φρονήσειν Χαιρέαν, ὅταν πλουτῇ μὲν αὐτός, ἡ δὲ μήτηρ γάμον πολυτάλαντον ἐξεύρῃ αὐτῷ; μνησθήσεται ἔτι, οἴει, τότε τῶν δακρύων ἢ τῶν φιλημάτων ἢ τῶν ὅρκων πέντε ἴσως τάλαντα προικὸς βλέπων;

[¶13] MUSARIUM: He will remember. I can prove it. He’s still unmarried, and has refused to take a wife despite all the bullying and browbeating he’s had to face.

> Greek: ΜΟΥΣΑΡΙΟΝ: Μνησθήσεται ἐκεῖνος· δεῖγμα δέ· οὐδὲ νῦν γεγάμηκεν, ἀλλὰ καταναγκαζόμενος καὶ βιαζόμενος ἠρνήσατο.

[¶14] MOTHER: I only hope he won’t play you false. I’ll remind you of my words, Musarium, when that day comes.

> Greek: ΜΗΤΗΡ: Γένοιτο μὴ ψεύδεσθαι. ἀναμνήσω δέ σε, ὦ Μουσάριον, τότε.

## 8. Dialogue 8

Source: https://scriptura.si/works/lucian-dialogues-of-the-courtesans/8/ · cite a paragraph as https://scriptura.si/works/lucian-dialogues-of-the-courtesans/8/#p-N

[¶0] 1. AMPELIS: If a man isn’t jealous or angry, Chrysis, and never hits you, cuts your hair off, or tears your clothes, is he still in love with you? CHRYSIS: Are these the only signs of a man’s love, then?

> Greek: 1. ΑΜΠΕΛΙΣ: Ὅστις δέ, ὦ Χρυσί, μήτε ζηλοτυπεῖ μήτε ὀργίζεται μήτε ἐρράπισέ ποτε ἢ περιέκειρεν ἢ τὰ ἱμάτια περιέσχισεν, ἔτι ἐραστὴς ἐκεῖνός ἐστιν; ΧΡΥΣΙΣ: Οὐκοῦν ταῦτα μόνα ἐρῶντος, ὦ Ἀμπελί, δείγματα;

[¶1] AMPELIS: Yes, these are the signs of a burning love. All else, the kisses, the tears, the vows and the frequent visits are the signs of a love that is beginning and still growing. But the real flame comes from jealousy. And so, if Gorgias hits you, and shows jealousy, as you say, you may be hopeful, and should pray that he always continues in the same way. CHRYSIS: In the same way? What do you mean? That he should go on hitting me for the rest of his days?

> Greek: ΑΜΠΕΛΙΣ: Ναί, ταῦτ' ἀνδρὸς θερμοῦ· ἐπεὶ τἆλλα, φιλήματα καὶ δάκρυα καὶ ὅρκοι καὶ τὸ πολλάκις ἥκειν ἀρχομένου ἔρωτος σημεῖον καὶ φυομένου ἔτι· τὸ δὲ πῦρ ὅλον ἐκ τῆς ζηλοτυπίας ἐστίν. ὥστε εἰ καὶ σέ, ὡς φῄς, ὁ Γοργίας ῥαπίζει καὶ ζηλοτυπεῖ, χρηστὰ ἔλπιζε καὶ εὔχου ἀεὶ τὰ αὐτὰ ποιεῖν. ΧΡΥΣΙΣ: Τὰ αὐτά; τί λέγεις; ἀεὶ ῥαπίζειν με;

[¶2] AMPELIS: No, but that he should be hurt, whenever you have eyes for another man. For, unless he’s in love with you, why should he be angry at your having another lover? CHRYSIS: I haven’t one. But he wrongly imagined the rich fellow was in love with me, just because I happened to mention his name once.

> Greek: ΑΜΠΕΛΙΣ: Οὐχί, ἀλλ’ ἀνιᾶσθαι, εἰ μὴ πρὸς μόνον αὐτὸν βλέποις, ἐπεὶ εἰ μὴ ἐρᾷ γε, τί ἂν ὀργίζοιτο, εἰ σύ τινα ἕτερον ἐραστὴν ἔχεις; ΧΡΥΣΙΣ: Ἀλλ' οὐδὲ ἔχω ἔγωγε· ὁ δὲ μάτην ὑπέλαβε τὸν πλούσιόν μου ἐρᾶν, διότι ἄλλως ἐμνημόνευσά ποτε αὐτοῦ.

[¶3] 2. AMPELIS: That again is nice for you—having him thinking you’re sought after by rich men. It will hurt him the more, and make him the more eager not to be outdone by his rivals for your affection. CHRYSIS: But all he does is show temper and hit me. He never gives me anything.

> Greek: 2. ΑΜΠΕΛΙΣ: Καὶ τοῦτο ἡδὺ τὸ ὑπὸ πλουσίων οἴεσθαι σπουδάζεσθαί σε· οὕτω γὰρ ἀνιάσεται μᾶλλον καὶ φιλοτιμήσεται, ὡς μὴ ὑπερβάλοιντο αὐτὸν οἱ ἀντερασταί. ΧΡΥΣΙΣ: Καὶ μὴν οὗτός γε μόνον ὀργίζεται καὶ ῥαπίζει, δίδωσι δὲ οὐδέν.

[¶4] AMPELIS: He will—for he’s jealous—particularly if you hurt him. CHRYSIS: Somehow you seem to want me to be hit, my dear Ampelis.

> Greek: ΑΜΠΕΛΙΣ: Ἀλλὰ δώσει—ζηλοτυπεῖ γάρ—καὶ μάλιστα ἢν λυπῇς αὐτόν. ΧΡΥΣΙΣ: Οὐκ οἶδ’ ὅπως ῥαπίσματα λαμβάνειν βούλει με, ὦ Ἀμπελίδιον.

[¶5] AMPELIS: No, Chrysis, but in my opinion that’s the way great passions start, even though the men believe they’re being slighted. But if a man is confident he has you to himself, his desire for you somehow dwindles. That’s what I tell you after twenty whole years as a courtesan, whereas you, I think, are eighteen or even younger. If you like, I’ll tell you what happened to me not so very many years ago. Demophantus, the money-lender, who lives behind the Painted Stoa, was in love with me. He’s never given me more than five drachmas, but regarded himself as my master. His love was a superficial thing, my dear, that never made him groan or weep or appear at all hours at my doors, but he would merely sleep with me at not very frequent intervals.

> Greek: ΑΜΠΕΛΙΣ: Οὔκ, ἀλλ’, ὡς οἶμαι, οὕτως οἱ μεγάλοι ἔρωτες γίγνονται, καὶ εἰ πείθοιντο ἀμελεῖσθαι, εἰ δὲ πιστεύσαι μόνος ἔχειν, ἀπομαραίνεταί πως ἡ ἐπιθυμία. ταῦτα λέγω πρὸς σὲ εἴκοσιν ὅλοις ἔτεσιν ἑταιρήσασα, σὺ δὲ ὀκτωκαιδεκαέτις, οἶμαι, ἢ ἔλαττον οὖσα τυγχάνεις. εἰ βούλει δέ, καὶ διηγήσομαι ἃ ἔπαθόν ποτε οὐ πάνυ πρὸ πολλῶν ἐτῶν· ἤρα μου Δημόφαντος ὁ δανειστὴς ὁ κατόπιν οἰκῶν τῆς Ποικίλης. οὗτος οὐδεπώποτε πλέον πέντε δραχμῶν δέδωκε καὶ ἠξίου δεσπότης εἶναι. ἤρα δέ, ὦ Χρυσί, ἐπιπόλαιόν τινα ἔρωτα οὔτε ὑποστένων οὔτε δακρύων οὔτε ἀωρὶ παραγιγνόμενος ἐπὶ τὰς θύρας, ἀλλ’ αὐτὸ μόνον συνεκάθευδέ μοι ἐνίοτε, καὶ τοῦτο διὰ μακροῦ.

[¶6] 3. But, after the time when he came and I locked him out, because I had with me Callides, the painter, who had sent me ten drachmas, to start with he went away abusing me. But, after many days had passed, and there was no word from me, as I had Callides in the house, eventually even Demophantus began to burn and blaze with passion, and one day he posted himself at my door and waited for it to open. He began to weep and strike me, he threatened to kill me, he tore my dress; there was nothing he didn’t do, and in the end he gave me a talent and kept me for himself alone for eight whole months. His wife said I’d driven him mad by means of drugs, but the only drug was his own jealousy. So, Chrysis, you’d better use the same treatment on Gorgias. He’ll be a rich young fellow if anything happens to his father.

> Greek: 3. ἐπειδὴ δὲ ἐλθόντα ποτὲ ἀπέκλεισα—Καλλίδης γὰρ ὁ γραφεὺς ἔνδον ἦν δέκα δραχμὰς πεπομφώς—τὸ μὲν πρῶτον ἀπῆλθέ μοι λοιδορησάμενος· ἐπεὶ δὲ πολλαὶ μὲν διῆλθον ἡμέραι, ἐγὼ δὲ οὐ προσέπεμπον, ὁ Καλλίδης δὲ ἔνδον ἦν, ὑποθερμαινόμενος ἤδη τότε ὁ Δημόφαντος καὶ αὐτὸς ἀναφλέγεται ἐς τὸ πρᾶγμα καὶ ἐπιστάς ποτε ἀνεῳγμένην τηρήσας τὴν θύραν ἔκλαεν, ἔτυπτεν, ἠπείλει φονεύσειν, περιερρήγνυε τὴν ἐσθῆτα, ἅπαντα ἐποίει, καὶ τέλος τάλαντον δοὺς μόνος εἶχεν ὀκτὼ ὅλους μῆνας. ἡ γυνὴ δὲ αὐτοῦ πρὸς ἅπαντας ἔλεγεν ὡς ὑπὸ φαρμάκων ἐκμήναιμι αὐτόν. τό δὲ ἦν ἄρα ζηλοτυπία τὸ φάρμακον. ὥστε, Χρυσί, καὶ σὺ χρῶ ἐπὶ τὸν Γοργίαν τῷ αὐτῷ φαρμάκῳ· πλούσιος δὲ ὁ νεανίσκος ἔσται, ἤν τι ὁ πατὴρ αὐτοῦ πάθῃ.

## 9. Dialogue 9

Source: https://scriptura.si/works/lucian-dialogues-of-the-courtesans/9/ · cite a paragraph as https://scriptura.si/works/lucian-dialogues-of-the-courtesans/9/#p-N

[¶0] 1. DORCAS: We are ruined, mistress, ruined! Polemo has returned from the wars a rich man, they say. I’ve seen him myself wearing a purple-edged cloak all done up with a clasp, and a large retinue with him. When his friends saw him, they all flocked to him to welcome him. Meanwhile, I’d seen following behind him the servant who’d gone abroad with him and I questioned him. I greeted him first, and then said, “Tell me, Parmeno, how have you done? Have you brought back anything worth while for all that fighting?” PANNYCHIS: You shouldn’t have asked that right away, but said, “Thanks be to all the gods for your safe return, and thanks most of all to Zeus, Protector of the Stranger, and to Athene, Goddess of War. My mistress was always asking what you were doing and where you were.” And it would have been a lot better if you’d added that she was always crying and talking of Polemo.

> Greek: 1. ΔΟΡΚΑΣ: Ἀπολώλαμεν, ὦ κεκτημένη, ἀπολώλαμεν, ὁ Πολέμων ἀπὸ στρατιᾶς ἀνέστρεψε πλουτῶν, ὥς φασιν· ἑώρακα δὲ κἀγὼ αὐτὸν ἐφεστρίδα περιπόρφυρον ἐμπεπορπημένον καὶ ἀκολούθους ἅμα πολλούς. καὶ οἱ φίλοι ὠς εἶδον, συνέθεον ἐπ' αὐτὸν ἀσπασόμενοι· ἐν τοσούτῳ δὲ τὸν θεράποντα ἰδοῦσα κατόπιν ἑπόμενον, ὃς συναποδεδημήκει μετ' αὐτοῦ, ἠρόμην καί, Εἰπέ μοι, ἔφην, ὦ Παρμένων, ἀσπασαμένη πρότερον αὐτόν, πῶς ἡμῖν ἐπράξατε καὶ εἴ τι ἄξιον τῶν πολέμων ἔχοντες ἐπανεληλύθατε. ΠΑΝΝΥΧΙΣ: Οὐκ ἔδει τοῦτο εὐθύς, ἀλλ’ ἐκεῖνα, ὅτι μὲν ἐσώθητε, πολλὴ χάρις τοῖς θεοῖς, καὶ μάλιστα τῷ ξενίῳ Διὶ καὶ Ἀθηνᾷ στρατίᾳ· ἡ δέσποινα δὲ ἐπυνθάνετο ἀεὶ τί πράττοιτε καὶ ἔνθα εἴητε. εἰ δὲ καὶ τοῦτο προσέθηκας, ὡς καὶ ἐδάκρυε καὶ ἀεὶ ἐμέμνητο Πολέμωνος, ἄμεινον ἦν παρὰ πολύ.

[¶1] 2. DORCAS: I did start with all those preliminaries, but I wouldn’t have mentioned them to you; I wanted to tell you what I’d heard. My first words to Parmeno were, “Well, Parmeno, were your ears burning? My mistress was always talking of you and weeping; particularly at times when someone had returned from battle and there were said to be a lot of fatal casualties, would she tear her hair, beat her breast, and grieve at every message.” PANNYCHIS: Well done, Dorcas! That was just right.

> Greek: 2. ΔΟΡΚΑΣ: Προεῖπον εὐθὺς ἐν ἀρχῇ ἅπαντα· πρὸς δὲ σὲ οὐκ ἂν εἶπον, ἀλλὰ ἃ ἤκουσα ἐβουλόμην εἰπεῖν. ἐπεὶ πρός γε Παρμένοντα οὕτως ἠρξάμην· Ἦ που, ὦ Παρμένων, ἐβόμβει τὰ ὦτα ὑμῖν; ἀεὶ γὰρ ἐμέμνητο ἡ κεκτημένη μετὰ δακρύων, καὶ μάλιστα εἴ τις ἐληλύθει ἐκ τῆς μάχης καὶ πολλοὶ τεθνάναι ἐλέγοντο, ἐσπάραττε τότε τὰς κόμας καὶ τὰ στέρνα ἐτύπτετο καὶ ἐπένθει πρὸς τὴν ἀγγελίαν ἑκάστην. ΠΑΝΝΥΧΙΣ: Εὖ γε, ὦ Δορκάς, οὕτως ἐχρῆν.

[¶2] DORCAS: Then a little later I asked the questions I’ve told you of, and he told me they’d returned in style. PANNYCHIS: What! Nothing first from him either about Polemo talking about me or missing me or praying he’d find me alive on his return?

> Greek: ΔΟΡΚΑΣ: Εἶτα ἑξῆς μετ' οὐ πολὺ ἠρόμην ἐκεῖνα. ὁ δέ, Πάνυ λαμπρῶς, φησίν, ἀνεστρέψαμεν. ΠΑΝΝΥΧΙΣ: Οὕτως κἀκεῖνος οὐδὲν προειπών, ὡς ἐμέμνητό μου ὁ Πολέμων ἢ ἐπόθει ἢ ηὔχετο ζῶσαν καταλαβεῖν;

[¶3] DORCAS: He did indeed say a lot to that effect; but the main point was his news of great wealth, of gold, raiment, servants and ivory. He told me that the money they were bringing in silver wasn’t counted but measured by the bushel—and there were many bushels. Parmeno himself had on his little finger an enormous ring with many sides, which had set in it a jewel of three colours, the top layer being red. Well, I left him trying to tell me how they’d crossed the Halys, and killed someone called Tiridates, and how Polemo had distinguished himself in the battle with the Pisidians. I went running off to bring you this news, so that you can think what to do in the circumstances. If Polemo comes, as he certainly will, once he’s rid of his acquaintances, and starts asking questions, and finds Philostratus in the house with us, what do you think he’ll do?

> Greek: ΔΟΡΚΑΣ: Καὶ μάλα πολλὰ τοιαῦτα ἔλεγε. τὸ δ’ οὖν κεφάλαιον ἐξήγγειλε πλοῦτον πολύν, χρυσόν, ἐσθῆτα, ἀκολούθους, ἐλέφαντα· τὸ μὲν γὰρ ἀργύριον μηδὲ ἀριθμῷ ἄγειν αὐτόν, ἀλλὰ μεδίμνῳ ἀπομεμετρημένον πολλοὺς μεδίμνους. εἶχε δὲ καὶ αὐτὸς Παρμένων δακτύλιον ἐν τῷ μικρῷ δακτύλῳ, μέγιστον, πολύγωνον, καὶ ψῆφος ἐνεβέβλητο τῶν τριχρώμων, ἐρυθρά τε ἦν ἐπιπολῆς. εἴασα δ’ οὖν αὐτὸν ἐθέλοντά μοι διηγεῖσθαι ὡς τὸν Ἅλυν διέβησαν καὶ ὡς ἀπέκτειναν Τιριδάταν τινὰ καὶ ὡς διέπρεψεν ὁ Πολέμων ἐν τῇ πρὸς Πισίδας μάχῃ· ἀπέδραμόν σοι ταῦτα προσαγγελοῦσα, ὡς περὶ τῶν παρόντων σκέψαιο. εἰ γὰρ ἐλθὼν ὁ Πολέμων —ἥξει γὰρ πάντως ἀποσεισάμενος τοὺς γνωρίμους—ἀναπυθόμενος εὕροι τὸν Φιλόστρατον ἔνδον παρ' ἡμῖν, τί οἴει ποιήσειν αὐτόν;

[¶4] 3. PANNYCHIS: We must find some escape from this situation. It wouldn’t be right for me to send Philostratus away, when he gave me a talent only the other day, and is, besides, a merchant, and promises me so much, nor yet would it be sensible for me to shut Polemo out, when he’s returned in such splendour. Besides, he’s so jealous, I could hardly put up with him even when he was poor. What do you think he’ll stop at now?
DORCAS: He’s coming. PANNYCHIS: I’m faint and helpless with panic.

> Greek: 3. ΠΑΝΝΥΧΙΣ: Ἐξευρίσκωμεν, ὦ Δορκάς, ἐκ τῶν παρόντων σωτήριον· οὔτε γὰρ τοῦτον ἀποπέμψαι καλὸν τάλαντον ἔναγχος δεδωκότα καὶ τἆλλα ἔμπορον ὄντα καὶ πολλὰ ὑπισχνούμενον, οὕτε Πολέμωνα τοιοῦτον ἐπανήκοντα χρήσιμον μὴ παραδέχεσθαι· προσέτι γὰρ καὶ ζηλότυπός ἐστιν, ὃς καὶ πενόμενος ἔτι πολὺ ἀφόρητος ἦν· νῦν δὲ τί ἐκεῖνος οὐκ ἂν ποιήσειεν;
ΔΟΡΚΑΣ: Ἀλλὰ καὶ προσέρχεται. ΠΑΝΝΥΧΙΣ: Ἐκλύομαι, ὦ Δορκάς, ἀπὸ τῆς ἀπορίας καὶ τρέμω.

[¶5] DORCAS: Philostratus is coming too. PANNYCHIS: What’s to become of me? I wish the ground would swallow me up.

> Greek: ΔΟΡΚΑΣ: Ἀλλὰ καὶ Φιλόστρατος προσέρχεται. ΠΑΝΝΥΧΙΣ: Τίς γένωμαι; πῶς ἄν με ἡ γῆ καταπίοι;

[¶6] 4. PHILOSTRATUS: Why don’t we have a drink, Pannychis? PANNYCHIS: You’ve ruined me, fellow. Good day to you, Polemo. It’s a long time since I’ve seen you. POLEMO: Who is this who’s being so familiar with you? Can’t you speak? Very well, Pannychis, go your own way. And here I’ve been rushing in haste from Thermopylae for five days, all for a woman like you! But it serves me right, though I’m grateful to think that henceforth I’ll be free from your plundering. PHILOSTRATUS: Who are you, my good man? POLEMO: Polemo of the Stirian deme and the Pandionic tribe, let me tell you. One who first was leader of a thousand, but now has five thousand shields following him, one who loved Pannychis, while I believed she was still content with mortal thoughts. PHILOSTRATUS: But now, my good freelance, you’ll find that Pannychis is mine. She’s had a talent from me, and shall have another presently, as soon as I’ve disposed of my cargo. Come with me now, Pannychis, and leave this fellow to be colonel among his Thracians. POLEMO: She’s a free woman, and will go with you only if she wishes. PANNYCHIS: What am I to do, Dorcas? DORCAS: You’d better go in; you can’t go near Polemo when he’s so angry, and a little jealousy will only heighten his passion. PANNYCHIS: Please let’s go in, Philostratus.

> Greek: 4. ΦΙΛΟΣΤΡΑΤΟΣ: Τί οὐ πίνομεν, ὦ Παννυχί; ΠΑΝΝΥΧΙΣ: Ἄνθρωπε, ἀπολώλεκάς με. σὺ δὲ χαῖρε, Πολέμων, χρόνιος φανείς. ΠΟΛΕΜΩΝ: Οὗτος οὖν τίς ἐστιν ὁ προσιὼν ὑμῖν; σιωπᾷς; εὖ γε· οἴχου, ὦ Παννυχί. ἐγὼ δὲ πεμπταῖος ἐκ Πυλῶν διέπτην ἐπειγόμενος ἐπὶ τοιαύτην γυναῖκα. καὶ δίκαια μέντοι πέπονθα, καίτοι χάριν ἐχων· οὐκέτι γὰρ ἁρπασθήσομαι ὑπὸ σοῦ. ΦΙΛΟΣΤΡΑΤΟΣ: Σὺ δὲ τίς εἶ, ὦ βέλτιστε; ΠΟΛΕΜΩΝ: Ὅτι Πολέμων ὁ Στειριεὺς Πανδιονίδος φυλῆς, ἀκούεις· χιλιαρχήσας τὸ πρῶτον, νῦν δὲ ἐξαναστήσας πεντακισχιλίαν ἀσπίδα, ἐραστὴς Παννυχίδος, ὅτε ᾤμην ἔτι ἀνθρώπινα φρονεῖν αὐτήν. ΦΙΛΟΣΤΡΑΤΟΣ: Ἀλλὰ τὰ νῦν σοι, ὦ ξεναγέ, Παννυχὶς ἐμή ἐστι, καὶ τάλαντον εἴληφε, λήψεται δὲ ἤδη καὶ ἕτερον, ἐπειδὰν τὰ φορτία διαθώμεθα. καὶ νῦν ἀκολούθει μοι, ὦ Παννυχί, τοῦτον δὲ παρ' Ὀδρύσαις χιλιαρχεῖν ἔα. ΠΟΛΕΜΩΝ: Ἐλευθέρα μέν ἐστι καὶ ἀκολουθήσει, ἢν ἐθέλῃ. ΠΑΝΝΥΧΙΣ: Τί ποιῶ, Δορκάς; ΔΟΡΚΑΣ: Εἰσιέναι ἄμεινον, ὀργιζομένῳ οὐχ οἷόν τε παρεῖναι Πολέμωνι, καὶ μᾶλλον ἐπιταθήσεται ζηλοτυπῶν. ΠΑΝΝΥΧΙΣ: Εἰ θέλεις, εἰσίωμεν.

[¶7] 5. POLEMO: I warn you that your drinking days will end today, or all my training in killing must go for nothing. Call up the Thracians, Parmeno. On with them in full armour, sealing off the alley with their phalanx! Hoplites in the centre, slingers and archers on the wings, and the rest in reserve! PHILOSTRATUS: You talk to us, mercenary, as though we were babes in arms whom you wish to scare with your idle threats. When did you ever kill so much as a cock or see fighting? You may have been a corporal guarding a few yards of wall, and that’s giving you the benefit of the doubt. POLEMO: You’ll soon know all about it, when you see us advancing against your unguarded flank with our armour glittering in the sun. PHILOSTRATUS: Just prepare for the march and come on. Tibius here—he’s my only retainer—and I will pelt you with stones and potsherds and scatter you in such panic that you won’t know where you’ve gone.

> Greek: 5. ΠΟΛΕΜΩΝ: Ἀλλὰ προλέγω ὑμῖν ὅτι τὸ ὕστατον πίεσθε τήμερον, ἢ μάτην ἐγὼ τοσούτοις φόνοις ἐγγεγυμνασμένος πάρειμι. τοὺς Θρᾷκας, ὦ Παρμένων· ὡπλισμένοι ἡκέτωσαν ἐμφράξαντες τὸν στενωπὸν τῇ φάλαγγι· ἐπὶ μετώπου μὲν τὸ ὁπλιτικόν, παρ' ἑκάτερα δὲ οἱ σφενδονῆται καὶ τοξόται, οἱ δὲ ἄλλοι κατόπιν. ΦΙΛΟΣΤΡΑΤΟΣ: Ὡς βρεφυλλίοις ταῦτα, ὦ μισθοφόρε, ἡμῖν λέγεις καὶ μορμολύττῃ. σὺ γὰρ ἀλεκτρυόνα πώποτε ἀπέκτεινας ἢ πόλεμον εἶδες; ἐρυμάτιον ἐφρούρεις τάχα διμοιρίτης ὤν, ἵνα καὶ τοῦτο προσχαρίσωμαί σοι. ΠΟΛΕΜΩΝ: Καὶ μὴν εἴσῃ μετ' ὀλίγον, ἐπειδὰν προσιόντας ἡμᾶς ἐπὶ δόρυ θεάσῃ στίλβοντας τοῖς ὅπλοις. ΦΙΛΟΣΤΡΑΤΟΣ: Ἥκετε μόνον συσκευασάμενοι. ἐγὼ δὲ καὶ Τίβειος οὗτος—μόνος γὰρ οὗτος ἕπεταί μοι—βάλλοντες ὑμᾶς λίθοις τε καὶ ὀστράκοις οὕτω διασκεδάσομεν, ὡς μηδὲ ὅποι οἴχεσθε ἔχοιτε εἰδέναι.

## 10. Dialogue 10

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[¶0] 1. CHELIDONIUM: Has young Clinias given up visiting you, Drosis? It’s a long time since I’ve seen him at your house. DROSIS: Yes, Chelidonium. His tutor has stopped him from coming to see me any more.

> Greek: 1. ΧΕΛΙΔΟΝΙΟΝ: Οὐκέτι φοιτᾷ παρὰ σέ, ὦ Δροσί, τὸ μειράκιον ὁ Κλεινίας; οὐ γὰρ ἑώρακα, πολὺς ἤδη χρόνος, αὐτὸν παρ' ὑμῖν. ΔΡΟΣΙΣ: Οὐκέτι, ὦ Χελιδόνιον· ὁ γὰρ διδάσκαλος αὐτὸν εἶρξε μηκέτι μοι προσιέναι.

[¶1] CHELIDONIUM: Who’s he? Surely not Diotimus, the gymnastics master? He’s a friend of mine. DROSIS: No, but that most accursed of Philosophers, Aristaenetus.

> Greek: ΧΕΛΙΔΟΝΙΟΝ: Τίς οὗτος; μή τι τὸν παιδοτρίβην Διότιμον λέγεις; ἐπεὶ ἐκεῖνός γε φίλος ἐστίν. ΔΡΟΣΙΣ: Οὔκ, ἀλλ’ ὁ κάκιστα φιλοσόφων ἀπολούμενος Ἀρισταίνετος.

[¶2] CHELIDONIUM: Do you mean the grim-looking fellow, with the shaggy hair and bushy beard, who’s always walking with his boys in the Painted Porch? DROSIS: That’s the hypocrite I mean. I’d like to see him come to a bad end, with the hangman dragging him along by that beard.

> Greek: ΧΕΛΙΔΟΝΙΟΝ: Τὸν σκυθρωπὸν λέγεις, τὸν δασύν, τὸν βαθυπώγωνα, ὃς εἴωθε μετὰ τῶν μειρακίων περιπατεῖν ἐν τῇ Ποικίλῃ; ΔΡΟΣΙΣ: Ἐκεῖνόν φημι τὸν ἀλαζόνα, ὃν κάκιστα ἐπίδοιμι ἀπολούμενον, ἑλκόμενον τοῦ πώγωνος ὑπὸ δημίου.

[¶3] 2. CHELIDONIUM: Why ever did he induce Clinias to act like this? DROSIS: I don’t know, Chelidonium. But, although he’d never missed a night with me, since he’d started going with women, and I was his first woman, for three days running now he’s not even come near our street. Since I was upset, as somehow I’d become rather fond of him, I sent Nebris to have a look at him, while he was in the Agora or the Painted Porch. She said she saw him walking around with Aristaenetus, and nodded to him from a distance, but he went red, kept his eyes down and didn’t look in her direction again. Then they walked together to the Academy. She followed as far as the Dipylon Gate, but since he’d never even turned in her direction, she came back without any definite information. You can imagine what it’s been like for me since that, as I can’t think what’s come over my boy! “I can’t have annoyed him in any way?” I kept asking myself. “Or has he fallen in love with some other woman, and hates me now? Has his father prevented his visiting me?” Many thoughts like that kept coming into my poor head, but, when it was already late in the afternoon, Dromo came with this note from him. Take it and read it, Chelidonium, for I believe you can read.

> Greek: 2. ΧΕΛΙΔΟΝΙΟΝ: Τί παθὼν δὲ ἐκεῖνος τοιαῦτα ἔπεισε τὸν Κλεινίαν; ΔΡΟΣΙΣ: Οὐκ οἶδα, ὦ Χελιδόνιον. ἀλλ’ ὁ μηδέποτε ἀπόκοιτός μου γενόμενος ἀφ' οὗ γυναικὶ ὁμιλεῖν ἤρξατο—πρῶτον δὲ ὡμίλησέ μοι—τριῶν τούτων ἑξῆς ἡμερῶν οὐδὲ προσῆλθε τῷ στενωπῷ· ἐπεὶ δὲ ἠνιώμην—οὐκ οἶδα δὲ ὅπως τι ἔπαθον ἐπ' αὐτῷ—ἔπεμψα τὴν Νεβρίδα περισκεψομένην αὐτὸν ἢ ἐν ἀγορᾷ διατρίβοντα ἢ ἐν Ποικίλῃ· ἡ δὲ περιπατοῦντα ἔφη ἰδοῦσα μετὰ τοῦ Ἀρισταινέτου νεῦσαι πόρρω, ἐκεῖνον δὲ ἐρυθριάσαντα κάτω ὁρᾶν καὶ μηκέτι παρενεγκεῖν τὸν ὀφθαλμόν. εἶτ' ἐβάδιζον ἅμα ἐς τὴν Ἀκαδημίαν· ἡ δὲ ἄχρι τοῦ Διπύλου ἀκολουθήσασα, ἐπεὶ μηδ’ ὅλως ἐπεστράφη, ἐπανῆκεν οὐδὲν σαφὲς ἀπαγγεῖλαι ἔχουσα. πῶς με οἴει διάγειν τὸ μετὰ ταῦτα οὐκ ἔχουσαν εἰκάσαι ὅ τι μοι πέπονθεν ὁ μειρακίσκος; ἀλλὰ μὴ ἐλύπησά τι αὐτόν, ἔλεγον, ἤ τινος ἄλλης ἠράσθη μισήσας ἐμέ; ἀλλ’ ὁ πατὴρ διεκώλυσεν αὐτόν; πολλὰ τοιαῦτα ἡ ἀθλία ἔστρεφον. ἤδη δὲ περὶ δείλην ὀψίαν ἧκέ μοι Δρόμων τὸ γραμμάτιον τουτὶ παρ' αὐτοῦ κομίζων. ἀνάγνωθι λαβοῦσα, ὦ Χελιδόνιον· οἶσθα γὰρ δή που γράμματα.

[¶4] 3. CHELIDONIUM: Let us see. The writing’s not very clear; it’s so slapdash that the writer was obviously in a hurry. He says, “Heaven knows how much I loved you, Drosis.” DROSIS: Alas, poor me! He didn’t even start by wishing me well.

> Greek: 3. ΧΕΛΙΔΟΝΙΟΝ: Φέρ' ἴδωμεν· τὰ γράμματα οὐ πάνυ σαφῆ, ἀλλὰ ἐπισεσυρμένα δηλοῦντα ἔπειξίν τινα τοῦ γεγραφότος. λέγει δέ “πῶς μὲν ἐφίλησά σε, ὦ Δροσί, τοὺς θεοὺς ποιοῦμαι μάρτυρας.” ΔΡΟΣΙΣ: Αἰαῖ τάλαν, οὐδὲ τὸ χαίρειν προσέγραψε.

[¶5] CHELIDONIUM: “And now I’m leaving you not because I hate you, but because I’m forced to do so. My father has handed me over to Aristaenetus to study philosophy under him, and Aristaenetus, finding out all about us, gave me a good telling-off, saying it was not at all the thing for a son of Architeles and Erasiclia to associate with a courtesan, for it was much better to prefer virtue to pleasure.” DROSIS: Curse that old driveller for teaching the lad such things!

> Greek: ΧΕΛΙΔΟΝΙΟΝ: “Καὶ νῦν δὲ οὐ κατὰ μῖσος, ἀλλὰ κατ' ἀνάγκην ἀφίσταμαί σου· ὁ πατὴρ γὰρ Ἀρισταινέτῳ παρέδωκέ με φιλοσοφεῖν αὐτῷ, κἀκεῖνος—ἔμαθε γὰρ τὰ καθ' ἡμᾶς ἅπαντα—πάνυ πολλὰ ἐπετίμησέ μοι ἀπρεπὲς εἶναι λέγων ἑταίρᾳ συνεῖναι Ἀρχιτέλους καὶ Ἐρασικλείας υἱὸν ὄντα· πολὺ γὰρ ἄμεινον εἶναι τὴν ἀρετὴν προτιμᾶν τῆς ἡδονῆς.” ΔΡΟΣΙΣ: Μὴ ὥρας ἵκοιτο ὁ λῆρος ἐκεῖνος τοιαῦτα παιδεύων τὸ μειράκιον.

[¶6] CHELIDONIUM: “So that I must obey him. He follows me everywhere, and keeps a close eye on me. In fact, I’m not allowed even to look at anyone but him. If I live a sober life, and obey him in everything, he promises me I’ll be completely happy, and shall become virtuous through my training in endurance. I’ve had the greatest difficulty in slipping away to write this to you. I pray that you may prosper, my dear, and never forget Clinias.”

> Greek: ΧΕΛΙΔΟΝΙΟΝ: “Ὥστε ἀνάγκη πείθεσθαι αὐτῷ· παρακολουθεῖ γὰρ ἀκριβῶς παραφυλάσσων, καὶ ὅλως οὐδὲ προσβλέπειν ἄλλῳ οὐδενὶ ἔξεστιν ὅτι μὴ ἐκείνῳ· εἰ δὲ σωφρονοῖμι καὶ πάντα πεισθείην αὐτῷ, ὑπισχνεῖται πάνυ εὐδαίμονα ἔσεσθαί με καὶ ἐνάρετον καταστήσεσθαι τοῖς πόνοις προγεγυμνασμένον. ταῦτά σοι μόλις ἔγραψα ὑποκλέψας ἐμαυτόν. σὺ δέ μοι εὐτύχει καὶ μέμνησο Κλεινίου.”

[¶7] 4. DROSIS: What do you think of the letter, Chelidonium?
CHELIDONIUM: The rest of it might have come from a Scythian, but the part about never forgetting Clinias shows there’s still some hope. DROSIS: Just what I thought. In any case I’m dying of love. But Dromo said that Aristaenetus is the sort who’s fond of boys, and, by pretending to teach them, keeps company with the handsomest youths, and has now got Clinias on his own, and spins him tales, promising of all things that he will make him like a god. Besides that, he’s reading with him amorous discourses addressed by the old Philosophers to their pupils, and is all wrapped up in the lad. Dromo threatened he’d tell Clinias’ father as well.

> Greek: 4. ΔΡΟΣΙΣ: Τί σοι δοκεῖ ἡ ἐπιστολή, ὦ Χελιδόνιον;
ΧΕΛΙΔΟΝΙΟΝ: Τὰ μὲν ἄλλα ἡ ἀπὸ Σκυθῶν ῥῆσις, τὸ δὲ “μέμνησο Κλεινίου” ἔχει τινὰ ὑπόλοιπον ἐλπίδα. ΔΡΟΣΙΣ: Κἀμοὶ οὕτως ἔδοξεν· ἀπόλλυμαι δ’ οὖν ὑπὸ τοῦ ἔρωτος. ὁ μέντοι Δρόμων ἔφασκε παιδεραστήν τινα εἶναι τὸν Ἀρισταίνετον καὶ ἐπὶ προφάσει τῶν μαθημάτων συνεῖναι τοῖς ὡραιοτάτοις τῶν νέων καὶ ἰδίᾳ λογοποιεῖσθαι πρὸς τὸν Κλεινίαν ὑποσχέσεις τινὰς ὑπισχνούμενον ὡς ἰσόθεον ἀποφανεῖ αὐτόν. ἀλλὰ καὶ ἀναγιγνώσκει μετ' αὐτοῦ ἐρωτικούς τινας λόγους τῶν παλαιῶν φιλοσόφων πρὸς τοὺς μαθητάς, καὶ ὅλος περὶ τὸ μειράκιόν ἐστιν. ἠπείλει δὲ καὶ τῷ πατρὶ τοῦ Κλεινίου κατερεῖν ταῦτα.

[¶8] CHELIDONIUM: I hope, Drosis, you gave Dromo a good feed. DROSIS: That I did, though he’ll do anything for me, even without that; he’s another who is desperate for the love of Nebris.

> Greek: ΧΕΛΙΔΟΝΙΟΝ: Ἐχρῆν, ὦ Δροσί, γαστρίσαι τὸν Δρόμωνα. ΔΡΟΣΙΣ: Ἐγάστρισα, καὶ ἄνευ δὲ τούτου ἐμός ἐστι· κέκνισται γὰρ κἀκεῖνος τῆς Νεβρίδος.

[¶9] CHELIDONIUM: Don’t worry. Everything will be all right. I think I’ll write up on the wall in the Ceramicus, where Architeles often takes a walk, “Aristaenetus is corrupting Clinias”, so that we can charge to the swift support of Dromo’s charge. DROSIS: How can you write it up without being seen?

> Greek: ΧΕΛΙΔΟΝΙΟΝ: Θάρρει, πάντα ἔσται καλῶς. ἐγὼ δὲ καὶ ἐπιγράψειν μοι δοκῶ ἐπὶ τοῦ τοίχου ἐν Κεραμεικῷ, ἔνθα ὁ Ἀρχιτέλης εἴωθε περιπατεῖν, Ἀρισταίνετος διαφθείρει Κλεινίαν, ὥστε καὶ ἐκ τούτου συνδραμεῖν τῇ παρὰ τοῦ Δρόμωνος διαβολῇ. ΔΡΟΣΙΣ: Πῶς δ’ ἂν λάθοις ἐπιγράψασα;

[¶10] CHELIDONIUM: By night, my dear. I’ll get a bit of charcoal somewhere. DROSIS: Capital, Chelidonium. If only you can help me fight that old impostor Aristaenetus!

> Greek: ΧΕΛΙΔΟΝΙΟΝ: Τῆς νυκτός, Δροσί, ἄνθρακά ποθεν λαβοῦσα. ΔΡΟΣΙΣ: Εὖ γε, συστράτευε μόνον, ὦ Χελιδόνιον, κατὰ τοῦ ἀλαζόνος Ἀρισταινέτου.

## 11. Dialogue 11

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[¶0] 1. TRYPHENA: Who ever heard of a fellow who takes out a girl, pays her five drachmas, and then turns his back on her in bed, weeping and groaning? I don’t think you enjoyed the wine, or really wanted to dine alone with me. You were crying all through dinner; I noticed it. And now you keep on whimpering like a baby. Why, Charmides? Don’t keep it from me, so that I can have this further pleasure out of the sleepless night I’ve spent with you. CHARMIDES: I’m dying of love, Tryphena. It’s too terrible for me to bear any longer.

> Greek: 1. ΤΡΥΦΑΙΝΑ: Ἑταίραν δέ τις παραλαβὼν πέντε δραχμὰς τὸ μίσθωμα δοὺς καθεύδει ἀποστραφεὶς δακρύων καὶ στένων; ἀλλ’ οὔτε πέπωκας ἡδέως, οἶμαι, οὔτε δειπνῆσαι μόνος ἠθέλησας· ἔκλαες γὰρ καὶ παρὰ τὸ δεῖπνον, ἑώρων γάρ· καὶ νῦν δὲ οὐ διαλέλοιπας ἀναλύζων ὥσπερ βρέφος. ταῦτα οὖν, ὦ Χαρμίδη, τίνος ἕνεκα ποιεῖς; μὴ ἀποκρύψῃ με, ὡς ἂν καὶ τοῦτο ἀπολαύσω τῆς νυκτὸς ἀγρυπνήσασα μετὰ σοῦ. ΧΑΡΜΙΔΗΣ: Ἔρως με ἀπόλλυσιν, ὦ Τρύφαινα, καὶ οὐκέτ' ἀντέχω πρὸς τὸ δεινόν.

[¶1] TRYPHENA: Obviously I’m not the one you love, or you wouldn’t show such little interest in me, and keep pushing me away when I tried to hug you, or have ended by placing your cloak as a barrier between us, for fear of my touching you. But for all that tell me who she is. Perhaps I can help you in your love, for I know how to be of service in such matters. CHARMIDES: You are very well acquainted with each other; she’s a well-known member of your profession.

> Greek: ΤΡΥΦΑΙΝΑ: Ἀλλ' ὅτι μὲν οὐκ ἐμοῦ ἐρᾷς, δῆλον· οὐ γὰρ ἂν ἔχων με ἠμέλεις καὶ ἀπωθοῦ περιπλέκεσθαι θέλουσαν καὶ τέλος διετείχιζες τὸ μεταξὺ ἡμῶν τῷ ἱματίῳ δεδιὼς μὴ ψαύσαιμί σου. τίς δὲ ὅμως ἐκείνη ἐστίν, εἰπέ· τάχα γὰρ ἄν τι καὶ συντελέσαιμι πρὸς τὸν ἔρωτα, οἶδα γὰρ ὡς χρὴ τὰ τοιαῦτα διακονεῖσθαι. ΧΑΡΜΙΔΗΣ: Καὶ μὴν οἶσθα καὶ πάνυ ἀκριβῶς αὐτὴν κἀκείνη σέ· οὐ γὰρ ἀφανὴς ἑταίρα ἐστίν.

[¶2] 2. TRYPHENA: Tell me her name, Charmides. CHARMIDES: Philematium, Tryphena.

> Greek: 2. ΤΡΥΦΑΙΝΑ: Εἰπὲ τοὔνομα, ὦ Χαρμίδη. ΧΑΡΜΙΔΗΣ: Φιλημάτιον, ὦ Τρύφαινα.

[¶3] TRYPHENA: Which one? There are two. Do you mean the one from the Piraeus, who lost her virginity only the other day, and is loved by Damylus, the son of one of this year’s Generals, or the other one, the one they call the “Trap”? CHARMIDES: That’s the one. I’m a poor victim that’s fallen right into her trap.

> Greek: ΤΡΥΦΑΙΝΑ: Ὁποτέραν λέγεις; δύο γάρ εἰσι· τὴν ἐκ Πειραιῶς, τὴν ἄρτι διακεκορευμένην, ἧς ἐρᾷ Δαμύλος ὁ τοῦ νῦν στρατηγοῦντος υἱός, ἢ τὴν ἑτέραν, ἣν Παγίδα ἐπικαλοῦσιν; ΧΑΡΜΙΔΗΣ: Ἐκείνην, καὶ ἑάλωκα ὁ κακοδαίμων καὶ συνείλημμαι πρὸς αὐτῆς.

[¶4] TRYPHENA: Then you were crying for her? CHARMIDES: Indeed I was.

> Greek: ΤΡΥΦΑΙΝΑ: Οὐκοῦν δι’ ἐκείνην ἔκλαες; ΧΑΡΜΙΔΗΣ: Καὶ μάλα.

[¶5] TRYPHENA: Have you loved for long, or was your initiation recent? CHARMIDES: Far from recent; it’s almost seven whole months since the Dionysia, and the time when I first saw her.

> Greek: ΤΡΥΦΑΙΝΑ: Πολὺς δὲ χρόνος ἔστι σοι ἐρῶντι ἢ νεοτελής τις εἶ; ΧΑΡΜΙΔΗΣ: Οὐ νεοτελής, ἀλλὰ μῆνες ἑπτὰ σχεδὸν ἀπὸ Διονυσίων, ὅτε πρώτως εἶδον αὐτην.

[¶6] TRYPHENA: Did you have a good look at her all over? Or did you only see her face, and the parts of her body immediately visible, and just as much as you should of a woman who’s forty-five if she’s a day? CHARMIDES: But she swears she’ll be twenty-two next March.

> Greek: ΤΡΥΦΑΙΝΑ: Εἶδες δὲ ὅλην ἀκριβῶς, ἢ τὸ πρόσωπον μόνον καὶ ὅσα τοῦ σώματος φανερὰ [ἃ] εἶδες Φιληματίου, καὶ ὡς χρῆν γυναῖκα πέντε καὶ τετταράκοντα ἔτη γεγονυῖαν ἤδη; ΧΑΡΜΙΔΗΣ: Καὶ μὴν ἐπόμνυται δύο καὶ εἴκοσιν ἐς τὸν ἐσόμενον Ἐλαφηβολιῶνα τελέσειν.

[¶7] 3. TRYPHENA: But which will you believe—her solemn oaths or your own eyes? Take a close and careful look at her temples, the only place where her hair is her own. The rest of it is a thick wig. But along her temples the grey hairs show pretty well all over, whenever the dye she uses loses its effect. But why do that? Insist on seeing her unclothed. CHARMIDES: Her favours to me have never extended so far.

> Greek: 3. ΤΡΥΦΑΙΝΑ: Σὺ δὲ ποτέροις πιστεύσειας ἄν, τοῖς ἐκείνης ὅρκοις ἢ τοῖς σεαυτοῦ ὀφθαλμοῖς; ἐπίσκεψαι γὰρ ἀκριβῶς ὑποβλέψας ποτὲ τοὺς κροτάφους αὐτῆς, ἔνθα μόνον τὰς αὐτῆς τρίχας ἔχει· τὰ δὲ ἄλλα φενάκη βαθεῖα. παρὰ δὲ τοὺς κροτάφους ὁπόταν ἀσθενήσῃ τὸ φάρμακον, ᾧ βάπτεται, ὑπολευκαίνεται τὰ πολλά. καίτοι τί τοῦτο; βίασαί ποτε καὶ γυμνὴν αὐτὴν ἰδεῖν. ΧΑΡΜΙΔΗΣ: Οὐδεπώποτέ μοι πρὸς τοῦτο ἐνέδωκεν.

[¶8] TRYPHENA: That’s only to be expected. She knew you’d be revolted by her white spots, and she’s mottled like a leopard all the way from her neck down to her knees. Were you crying at being refused by a woman like that? Perhaps too she was cruel and proud to you? CHARMIDES: Yes, Tryphena, even though I always give her so much; and now that I’ve found it difficult to give her the thousand drachmas that she’s asking because I’m dependent on a stingy father, she’s let Moschion in, and locked me out. I wanted to get even for that by annoying her, and so I asked you to accompany me.
TRYPHENA: By our Lady Aphrodite, I wouldn’t have come if I’d been warned that that was why my company was wanted—to annoy another woman, and Philematium, the Coffin, at that! No, I’ll be off, for this is already the third time that the cock’s crowed.

> Greek: ΤΡΥΦΑΙΝΑ: Εἰκότως· ἠπίστατο γὰρ μυσαχθησόμενόν σε τὰς λεύκας. ὅλη δὲ ἀπὸ τοῦ αὐχένος ἐς τὰ γόνατα παρδάλει ἔοικεν. ἀλλὰ σὺ ἐδάκρυες τοιαύτῃ μὴ συνών; ἦ που τάχα καὶ ἐλύπει σε καὶ ὑπερεώρα; ΧΑΡΜΙΔΗΣ: Ναί, ὦ Τρύφαινα, καίτοι τοσαῦτα παρ' ἐμοῦ λαμβάνουσα. καὶ νῦν ἐπειδὴ χιλίας αἰτούσῃ οὐκ εἶχον διδόναι ῥᾳδίως ἅτε ὑπὸ πατρὶ φειδομένῳ τρεφόμενος, Μοσχίωνα ἐσδεξαμένη ἀπέκλεισέ με, ἀνθ' ὧν λυπῆσαι καὶ αὐτὸς ἐθέλων αὐτὴν σὲ παρείληφα ΤΡΥΦΑΙΝΑ: Μὰ τὴν Ἀφροδίτην οὐκ ἂν ἧκον, εἴ μοι προεῖπέ τις ὡς ἐπὶ τούτοις παραλαμβανοίμην, λυπῆσαι ἄλλην, καὶ ταῦτα Φιλημάτιον τὴν σορόν. ἀλλ’ ἄπειμι, καὶ γὰρ ἤδη τρίτον τοῦτο ᾖσεν ἁλεκτρυών.

[¶9] 4. CHARMIDES: Don’t you be in such a hurry, Tryphena. If it’s true what you tell me about her wig, her dyed hair, and the white spots besides, I won’t be able to look at Philematium again. TRYPHENA: Ask your mother, if they’ve ever been at the baths together. Her age you can find out from your grandfather, if he’s still living. CHARMIDES: Well, since she’s like that, let’s remove the barrier this instant, snuggle up closer, kiss, and really enjoy each other’s company. To the devil with Philematium!

> Greek: 4. ΧΑΡΜΙΔΗΣ: Μὴ σύ γε οὕτως ταχέως, ὦ Τρύφαινα· εἰ γὰρ ἀληθῆ ἐστιν ἃ φῂς περὶ Φιληματίου, τὴν πηνήκην καὶ ὅτι βάπτεται καὶ τὸ τῶν ἄλλων ἀλφῶν, οὐδὲ προσβλέπειν ἂν ἔτι ἐδυνάμην αὐτῇ. ΤΡΥΦΑΙΝΑ: Ἐροῦ τὴν μητέρα, εἴ ποτε λέλουται μετ' αὐτῆς· περὶ γὰρ τῶν ἐτῶν κἂν ὁ πάππος διηγήσεταί σοι, εἴ γε ζῇ ἔτι. ΧΑΡΜΙΔΗΣ: Οὐκοῦν ἐπεὶ τοιαύτη ἐκείνη, ἀφῃρήσθω μὲν ἤδη τὸ διατείχισμα, περιβάλλωμεν δὲ ἀλλήλους καὶ φιλῶμεν καὶ ἀληθῶς συνῶμεν· Φιλημάτιον δὲ πολλὰ χαιρέτω.

## 12. Dialogue 12

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[¶0] 1. JOESSA: So, Lysias, you’re turning up your nose at me? It serves me right, seeing that I never asked money of you, or locked you out when you came, telling you I had another man with me, or forced you to cheat your father or rob your mother to bring me something. That’s what all the other courtesans do, but I let you come in from the start, though you didn’t pay me anything or contribute your share of the meal, and I sent away ever so many lovers, as you know, men such as Theocles, who’s an important man in the Council at the moment, and Pasion, the shipowner, and your companion, Melissus, though he lost his father the other day and now has control of the estate. But you were my only love, my Phaon, and I wouldn’t look at anyone or have anyone near me but only you. For I thought in my folly that your vows were true, and for that reason I’ve devoted myself to you and lived as chaste a life as Penelope, though my mother shouts at me and runs me down before her friends. But ever since you realised that I doted on you, and you had me under your thumb, you’ve been having jokes with Lycena, before my very eyes, to annoy me, or at other times praising Magidium, the harp-girl, when we were dining together. These things make me cry and feel insulted. Only the other day, when you were drinking with Thraso and Diphilus, the company also included the flute-girl Cymbalium, and Pyrallis, whom I loathe. As you know that, I didn’t worry particularly at your kissing Cymbalium five times. To kiss a woman like that was an insult to yourself! But oh! the way you kept on making signs to Pyrallis, and would lift up your cup to her, when you drank, and whisper in the slave’s ear, when you returned the cup, telling him not to give anyone a drink unless Pyrallis asked for one! In the end you bit off a piece of your apple, when you saw Diphilus was busy talking to Thraso, and, bending forward, shot it with skilful aim into her bosom, without any attempt to hide it from me. She kissed it, and, dropping it between her breasts, tucked it under her girdle.

> Greek: 1. ΙΟΕΣΣΑ: Θρύπτῃ, ὦ Λυσία, πρὸς ἐμέ; καὶ καλῶς, ὅτι μήτε ἀργύριον πώποτε ᾔτησά σε μήτ' ἀπέκλεισα ἐλθόντα, ἔνδον ἕτερος, εἰποῦσα, μήτε παραλογισάμενον τὸν πατέρα ἢ ὑφελόμενον τῆς μητρὸς ἠνάγκασα ἐμοί τι κομίσαι, ὁποῖα αἱ ἄλλαι ποιοῦσιν, ἀλλ’ εὐθὺς ἐξ ἀρχῆς ἄμισθον, ἀξύμβολον εἰσεδεξάμην, οἶσθα ὅσους ἐραστὰς παραπεμψαμένη, Θεοκλέα τὸν πρυτανεύοντα νῦν καὶ Πασίωνα τὸν ναύκληρον καὶ τὸν συνέφηβόν σου Μέλισσον, καίτοι ἔναγχος ἀποθανόντος αὐτῷ τοῦ πατρὸς καὶ κύριον αὐτὸν ὄντα τῆς οὐσίας· ἐγὼ δὲ τὸν Φάωνα μόνον εἶχον οὔτε τινὰ προσβλέπουσα ἕτερον οὔτε προσιεμένη ὅτι μὴ σέ· ᾤμην γὰρ ἡ ἀνόητος ἀληθῆ εἶναι ἃ ὤμνυες, καὶ διὰ τοῦτό σοι προσέχουσα ὥσπερ ἡ Πηνελόπη ἐσωφρόνουν, ἐπιβοωμένης τῆς μητρὸς καὶ πρὸς τὰς φίλας ἐγκαλούσης. σὺ δὲ ἐπείπερ ἔμαθες ὑποχείριον ἔχων με τετηκυῖαν ἐπὶ σοί, ἄρτι μὲν Λυκαίνῃ προσέπαιζες ἐμοῦ ὁρώσης, ὡς λυποίης ἐμέ, ἄρτι δὲ σὺν ἐμοὶ κατακείμενος ἐπῄνεις Μαγίδιον τὴν ψάλτριαν· ἐγὼ δ’ ἐπὶ τούτοις δακρύω καὶ συνίημι ὑβριζομένη. πρῴην δὲ ὁπότε συνεπίνετε Θράσων καὶ σὺ καὶ Δίφιλος, παρῆσαν καὶ ἡ αὐλητρὶς Κυμβάλιον καὶ Πυραλλὶς ἐχθρὰ οὖσα ἐμοί. σὺ δὲ τοῦτ' εἰδὼς τὴν Κυμβάλιον μὲν οὔ μοι πάνυ ἐμέλησεν ὅτι πεντάκις ἐφίλησας· σεαυτὸν γὰρ ὕβριζες τοιαύτην φιλῶν· Πυραλλίδα δὲ ὅσον ἐνένευες, καὶ πιὼν ἂν ἐκείνῃ μὲν ἀπέδειξας τὸ ποτήριον, ἀποδιδοὺς δὲ τῷ παιδὶ πρὸς τὸ οὖς ἐκέλευες, εἰ μὴ Πυραλλὶς αἰτήσειε, μὴ ἂν ἄλλῳ ἐγχέαι· τέλος δὲ τοῦ μήλου ἀποδακών, ὁπότε τὸν Δίφιλον εἶδες ἀσχολούμενον—ἐλάλει γὰρ Θράσωνι—προκύψας πως εὐστόχως προσηκόντισας ἐς τὸν κόλπον αὐτῆς, οὐδὲ λαθεῖν γε πειρώμενος ἐμέ· ἡ δὲ φιλήσασα μεταξὺ τῶν μαστῶν ὑπὸ τῷ ἀποδέσμῳ παρεβύσατο.

[¶1] 2. Well, why do you act like that? Have I ever done anything great or small to harm or annoy you? Have I ever looked at another man? Don’t I live only for you? There’s nothing glorious, Lysias, in vexing like this a poor weak woman, who’s mad with love for you. There is such a goddess as Nemesis, and she sees things like this. Perhaps it will bring you grief when you hear that I lie dead, after hanging myself, or jumping head first into a well, or I’ll find some other way of killing myself, so that you won’t have the annoyance of seeing me any more. Then you’ll be able to swagger around with pride for a great and glorious achievement. Why do you look at me so angrily and gnash your teeth? If you have any complaint against me, speak up, and let Pythias here judge between us. Hullo? Are you going away and leaving me, without answering? Pythias, do you see how I’m being treated by Lysias? PYTHIAS: What cruelty! Even your tears don’t soften his heart. He’s a stone, not a human being. But, if truth must be spoken, Joessa, you spoilt him by loving him too much, and letting him see it. You shouldn’t make very much of him at all. Men become proud when they see that. Stop crying, poor girl; take my advice and shut him out once or twice. Then you’ll find him burning with passion and really mad in his turn for your love.
JOESSA: Stop it! Don’t even say that! Me shut out Lysias? I only hope he won’t desert me first. PYTHIAS: He’s coming back again.

> Greek: 2. ταῦτα οὖν τίνος ἕνεκα ποιεῖς; τί σε ἢ μέγα ἢ μικρὸν ἐγὼ ἠδίκησα ἢ λελύπηκα; τίνα ἕτερον εἶδον; οὐ πρὸς μόνον σὲ ζῶ; οὐ μέγα, ὦ Λυσία, τοῦτο ποιεῖς γύναιον ἄθλιον λυπῶν μεμηνὸς ἐπὶ σοί; ἔστι τις θεὸς ἡ Ἀδράστεια καὶ τὰ τοιαῦτα ὁρᾷ· σὺ δέ ποτε λυπήσῃ τάχα, ἂν ἀκούσῃς τι περὶ ἐμοῦ, κειμένην με ἤτοι βρόχῳ ἐμαυτὴν ἀποπνίξασαν ἢ ἐς τὸ φρέαρ ἐπὶ κεφαλὴν ἐμπεσοῦσαν, ἢ ἕνα γέ τινα τρόπον εὑρήσω θανάτου, ὡς μηκέτ' ἐνοχλοίην βλεπομένη. πομπεύσεις τότε ὡς μέγα καὶ λαμπρὸν ἔργον ἐργασάμενος. τί με ὑποβλέπεις καὶ πρίεις τοὺς ὁδόντας; εἰ γάρ τι ἐγκαλεῖς, εἰπέ, Πυθιὰς ἡμῖν αὕτη δικασάτω. τί τοῦτο; οὐδὲ ἀποκρινάμενος ἀπέρχῃ καταλιπών με; ὁρᾷς, ὦ Πυθιάς, οἷα πάσχω ὑπὸ Λυσίου; ΠΥΘΙΑΣ: Ὢ τῆς ἀγριότητος, τὸ μηδὲ ἐπικλασθῆναι δακρυούσης· λίθος, οὐκ ἄνθρωπός ἐστι. πλὴν ἀλλ’ εἴ γε χρὴ τἀληθὲς εἰπεῖν, σύ, ὦ Ἰόεσσα, διέφθειρας αὐτὸν ὑπεραγαπῶσα καὶ τοῦτο ἐμφαίνουσα. ἐχρῆν δὲ μὴ πάνυ αὐτὸν ζηλοῦν· ὑπερόπται γὰρ αἰσθανόμενοι γίγνονται. παῦ', ὦ τάλαινα, δακρύουσα, καὶ ἤν μοι πείθῃ, ἅπαξ ἢ δὶς ἀπόκλεισον ἐλθόντα· ὄψει γὰρ ἀνακαιόμενον αὐτὸν πάνυ καὶ ἀντιμεμηνότα ἀληθῶς.
ΙΟΕΣΣΑ: Ἀλλὰ μηδ’ εἴπῃς, ἄπαγε. ἀποκλείσω Λυσίαν; εἴθε μὴ αὐτὸς ἀποσταίη φθάσας. ΠΥΘΙΑΣ: Ἀλλ' ἐπανέρχεται αὖθις.

[¶2] JOESSA: You’ve ruined us, Pythias! Perhaps he’s heard you saying, “Shut him out!”

> Greek: ΙΟΕΣΣΑ: Ἀπολώλεκας ἡμᾶς, ὦ Πυθιάς· ἠκρόαταί σου ἴσως “ἀπόκλεισον” λεγούσης.

[¶3] 3. LYSIAS: I’ve not come back because of her, Pythias, for I wouldn’t look at her till she changes her ways, but for your sake, so that you won’t think I’m in the wrong and say, “Lysias is heartless.” PYTHIAS: Indeed that’s just what I was saying, Lysias.

> Greek: 3. ΛΥΣΙΑΣ: Οὐχὶ ταύτης ἕνεκεν, ὦ Πυθιάς, ἐπανελήλυθα, ἣν οὐδὲ προσβλέψαιμι ἔτι τοιαύτην οὖσαν, ἀλλὰ διὰ σέ, ὡς μὴ καταγιγνώσκῃς ἐμοῦ καὶ λέγῃς, Ἄτεγκτος ὁ Λυσίας ἐστίν. ΠΥΘΙΑΣ: Ἀμέλει καὶ ἔλεγον, ὦ Λυσία.

[¶4] LYSIAS: So, Pythias, you expect me to put up with Joessa? She may be all tears now, but I myself found her being unfaithful to me and sleeping with another young man. PYTHIAS: Lysias, the point is that she’s a courtesan. But how did you catch them sleeping together?

> Greek: ΛΥΣΙΑΣ: Φέρειν οὖν ἐθέλεις, ὦ Πυθιάς, Ἰόεσσαν ταύτην τὴν νῦν δακρύουσαν αὐτὸν ἐπιστάντα αὐτῇ ποτε μετὰ νεανίου καθευδούσῃ ἐμοῦ ἀποστάσῃ; ΠΥΘΙΑΣ: Λυσία, τὸ μὲν ὅλον ἑταίρα ἐστί. πῶς δ’ οὖν κατέλαβες αὐτοὺς συγκαθεύδοντας;

[¶5] LYSIAS: It was about five days ago; yes, by Jove, five it was, for it was the second of the month, and it’s the seventh today. My father, knowing that I’d long been in love with this paragon among women, had shut me in, with instructions to the porter that he wasn’t to open the door for me. But I, unable to stay away from her, told Dromo to bend down along the top of the courtyard wall at its lowest part, and let me mount his back. In that way I’d be able to climb up more easily. To cut my story short, I got over the wall, came here, and found the door carefully bolted, for it was midnight. I didn’t knock, but gently eased the door up off its hinges, as I’d done on earlier occasions, and, pushing it open, entered without making a sound. Everybody was asleep, and I felt my way along the wall till I was at the bed.

> Greek: ΛΥΣΙΑΣ: Ἕκτην σχεδὸν ταύτην ἡμέραν, νὴ Δί', ἕκτην γε, δευτέρᾳ ἱσταμένου· τὸ τήμερον δὲ ἑβδόμη ἐστίν. ὁ πατὴρ εἰδὼς ὡς πάλαι ἐρῴην ταυτησὶ τῆς χρηστῆς, ἐνέκλεισέ με παραγγείλας τῷ θυρωρῷ μὴ ἀνοίγειν· ἐγὼ δέ, οὐ γὰρ ἔφερον μὴ οὐχὶ συνεῖναι αὐτῇ, τὸν Δρόμωνα ἐκέλευσα παρακύψαντα παρὰ τὸν θριγκὸν τῆς αὐλῆς, ᾗ ταπεινότατον ἦν, ἀναδέξασθαί με ἐπὶ τὸν νῶτον· ῥᾷον γὰρ οὕτως ἀναβήσεσθαι ἔμελλον. τί ἂν μακρὰ λέγοιμι; ὑπερέβην, ἦκον, τὴν αὔλειον εὗρον ἀποκεκλεισμένην ἐπιμελῶς· μέσαι γὰρ νύκτες ἦσαν. οὐκ ἔκοψα δ’ οὖν, ἀλλ’ ἐπάρας ἠρέμα τὴν θύραν, ἤδη δὲ καὶ ἄλλοτ' ἐπεποιήκειν αὐτό, παραγαγὼν τὸν στροφέα παρεισῆλθον ἀψοφητί. ἐκάθευδον δὲ πάντες, εἶτα ἐπαφώμενος τοῦ τοίχου ἐφίσταμαι τῇ κλίνῃ.

[¶6] 4. JOESSA: In Demeter’s name, what are you going to say? I’m on tenterhooks.

> Greek: 4. ΙΟΕΣΣΑ: Τί ἐρεῖς, ὦ Δάματερ; ἀγωνιῶ γάρ.

[¶7] LYSIAS: When I could make out the breath of more than one person, at first I thought Lyde was sleeping with her. But that wasn’t so, Pythias, for, when I touched her companion, it was a smooth-chinned, soft-skinned man, with his head shaved, and reeking of scent like a woman. If I’d had my sword with me, when I’d made this discovery, believe me, I wouldn’t have hesitated! Why are you laughing, Pythias? Do you see anything funny in what I say?

> Greek: ΛΥΣΙΑΣ: Ἐπειδὴ δὲ οὐχ ἑώρων τὸ ἆσθμα ἕν, τὸ μὲν πρῶτον ᾤμην τὴν Λυδὴν αὐτῇ συγκαθεύδειν· τὸ δ’ οὐκ ἦν, ὦ Πυθιάς, ἀλλ’ ἐφαψάμενος εὗρον ἀγένειόν τινα πάνυ ἁπαλόν, ἐν χρῷ κεκαρμένον, μύρων καὶ αὐτὸν ἀποπνέοντα. τοῦτο ἰδὼν εἰ μὲν καὶ ξίφος ἔχων ἦλθον, οὐκ ἂν ὤκνησα, εὖ ἴστε. τί γελᾶτε, ὦ Πυθιάς; γέλωτος ἄξια δοκῶ σοι διηγεῖσθαι;

[¶8] JOESSA: Was that what annoyed you, Lysias? It was Pythias here who was sleeping with me. PYTHIAS: Don’t tell him, Joessa.

> Greek: ΙΟΕΣΣΑ: Τοῦτό σε, ὦ Λυσία, λελύπηκεν; ἡ Πυθιὰς αὕτη μοι συνεκάθευδε. ΠΥΘΙΑΣ: Μὴ λέγε, ὦ Ἰόεσσα, πρὸς αὐτόν.

[¶9] JOESSA: Why not? It was Pythias, darling. I asked her to sleep with me, because I was miserable without you.

> Greek: ΙΟΕΣΣΑ: Τί μὴ λέγω; Πυθιὰς ἦν, φίλτατε, μετακληθεῖσα ὑπ' ἐμοῦ, ὡς ἅμα καθεύδοιμεν· ἐλυπούμην γὰρ σὲ μὴ ἔχουσα.

[¶10] 5. LYSIAS: Pythias the man with the shaved head? Has she grown all this hair in the five days since then?

> Greek: 5. ΛΥΣΙΑΣ: Πυθιὰς ὁ ἐν χρῷ κεκαρμένος; εἶτα δι’ ἕκτης ἡμέρας ἀνεκόμησε τοσαύτην κόμην;

[¶11] JOESSA: She had her head shaved, because she was ill and her hairs were falling out. But now she’s wearing a wig. Show him, Pythias, show him I’m telling the truth. Convince him. Take a look at the young man, the lover of whom you were so jealous!

> Greek: ΙΟΕΣΣΑ: Ἀπὸ τῆς νόσου ἐξυρήσατο, ὦ Λυσία· ὑπέρρεον γὰρ αὐτῇ αἱ τρίχες. νῦν δὲ καὶ τὴν πηνήκην ἐπέθετο. δεῖξον, ὦ Πυθιάς, δεῖξον οὕτως ὄν, πεῖσον αὐτόν. ἰδοὺ τὸ μειράκιον ὁ μοιχὸς ὃν ἐζηλοτύπεις.

[¶12] LYSIAS: Well, hadn’t I good reason? Especially as I loved you, and had touched your companion with my own hands?

> Greek: ΛΥΣΙΑΣ: Οὐκ ἐχρῆν οὖν, ὦ Ἰόεσσα, καὶ ταῦτα ἐρῶντα ἐφαψάμενον αὐτόν;

[¶13] JOESSA: Then you believe me now? Do you want me to get my own back by annoying you? I’ve a perfect right to be angry in my turn.

> Greek: ΙΟΕΣΣΑ: Οὐκοῦν σὺ μὲν ἤδη πέπεισαι· βούλει δὲ ἀντιλυπήσω σε καὶ αὐτή; ὀργίζομαι δικαίως ἐν τῷ μέρει.

[¶14] LYSIAS: Please don’t. Let’s have some wine now, and Pythias with us. She ought to be there when the wine seals our truce.

> Greek: ΛΥΣΙΑΣ: Μηδαμῶς, ἀλλὰ πίνωμεν ἤδη, καὶ Πυθιὰς μεθ' ἡμῶν· ἄξιον γὰρ αὐτὴν παρεῖναι ταῖς σπονδαῖς.

[¶15] JOESSA: So she shall. Oh, but how I’ve suffered because of you, Pythias, you noble young fellow! PYTHIAS: But I was also the one who made you friends again, and so you mustn’t be angry with me. But there’s one thing, Lysias. Be sure you tell nobody about my hair.

> Greek: ΙΟΕΣΣΑ: Παρέσται. οἷα πέπονθα διὰ σέ, ὦ γενναιότατε νεανίσκων Πυθίας. ΠΥΘΙΑΣ: Ἀλλὰ καὶ διήλλαξα ὑμᾶς ὁ αὐτός, ὥστε μή μοι χαλέπαινε. πλὴν τὸ δεῖνα, ὅρα, ὦ Λυσία, μή τινι εἴπῃς τὸ περὶ τῆς κόμης.

## 13. Dialogue 13

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[¶0] 1. LEONTICHUS: And tell us, Chenidas, how in the battle with the Galatians I rode out ahead of all the other cavalrymen on my white horse, and how the Galatians for all their courage were stricken with fear the moment they saw me, and not one of them stood his ground. On that occasion I hurled my lance like a javelin and sent it through the leader of their cavalry and his horse as well, and then turning against those of them that still offered concerted resistance—for there were a few still remaining who, instead of the phalanx, had now adopted a rectangular formation—turning against these, I drew my blade, and, charging with all my fury, knocked over half a dozen or so of their front rank by the onset of my horse, and, bringing my sword down on the head of one of their captains, I split it in two, helmet and all. The rest of you came up, Chenidas, a little later, when the enemy were already in flight.

> Greek: 1. ΛΕΟΝΤΙΧΟΣ: Ἐν δὲ τῇ πρὸς τοὺς Γαλάτας μάχῃ εἰπέ, ὦ Χηνίδα, ὅπως μὲν προεξήλασα τῶν ἄλλων ἱππέων ἐπὶ τοῦ ἵππου τοῦ λευκοῦ, ὅπως δὲ οἱ Γαλάται καίτοι ἄλκιμοι ὄντες ἔτρεσάν ⟨μ'⟩ εὐθὺς ὡς εἶδον καὶ οὐθεὶς ἔτι ὑπέστη. τότε τοίνυν ἐγὼ τὴν μὲν λόγχην ἀκοντίσας διέπειρα τὸν ἵππαρχον αὐτὸν καὶ τὸν ἵππον, ἐπὶ δὲ τὸ συνεστηκὸς ἔτι αὐτῶν—ἦσαν γάρ τινες οἳ ἔμενον διαλύσαντες μὲν τὴν φάλαγγα, ἐς πλαίσιον δὲ συναγαγόντες αὑτούς—ἐπὶ τούτους ἐγὼ σπασάμενος τὴν σπάθην ἅπαντι τῷ θυμῷ ἐπελάσας ἀνατρέπω μὲν ὅσον ἑπτὰ τοὺς προεστῶτας αὐτῶν τῇ ἐμβολῇ τοῦ ἵππου· τῷ ξίφει δὲ κατενεγκὼν διέτεμον τῶν λοχαγῶν ἑνὸς ἐς δύο τὴν κεφαλὴν αὐτῷ κράνει. ὑμεῖς δέ, ὦ Χηνίδα, μετ' ὀλίγον ἐπέστητε ἤδη φευγόντων.

[¶1] 2. CHENIDAS: Yes, Leontichus, and when you fought in single combat with the satrap in Paphlagonia, wasn’t that another great exhibition of your prowess? LEONTICHUS: Thank you for reminding me of another not ignoble exploit. The satrap, a gigantic man, and reputed to excel all other warriors in heavy armour, despising the Greek forces, leapt out between the two armies and challenged all comers to offer him single combat. All our other officers were terrified, and that included even our General himself, though he’s a man of spirit. At the time, you know, we were under the command of Aristaechmus, the Aetolian, whose skill with the javelin is unrivalled, and I was still a mere colonel. I, however, acted boldly and shaking off my comrades who were holding me back through fear for me when they saw the barbarian resplendent in his golden armour, a mighty figure with fearsome crest, brandishing his lance—— CHENIDAS: I was another who was afraid on that occasion, Leontichus, and you know how I clung to you, begging you not to court danger ahead of us, for my life would not have been worth living, if you had been killed.

> Greek: 2. ΧΗΝΙΔΑΣ: Ὅτε γάρ, ὦ Λεόντιχε, περὶ Παφλαγονίαν ἐμονομάχησας τῷ σατράπῃ, οὐ μεγάλα ἐπεδείξω καὶ τότε; ΛΕΟΝΤΙΧΟΣ: Καλῶς ὑπέμνησας οὐκ ἀγεννοῦς οὐδ’ ἐκείνης τῆς πράξεως· ὁ γὰρ σατράπης μέγιστος ὤν, ὁπλομάχων ἄριστος δοκῶν εἶναι, καταφρονήσας τοῦ Ἑλληνικοῦ, προπηδήσας ἐς τὸ μέσον προὐκαλεῖτο εἴ τις ἐθέλοι αὐτῷ μονομαχῆσαι. οἱ μὲν οὖν ἄλλοι κατεπεπλήγεσαν οἱ λοχαγοὶ καὶ οἱ ταξίαρχοι καὶ ὁ ἡγεμὼν αὐτὸς καίτοι οὐκ ἀγεννὴς ἄνθρωπος ὤν· Ἀρίσταιχμος γὰρ ἡμῶν ἡγεῖτο Αἰτωλὸς ἀκοντιστὴς ἄριστος, ἐγὼ δὲ ἐχιλιάρχουν ἔτι. τολμήσας δ’ ὅμως καὶ τοὺς ἑταίρους ἐπιλαμβανομένους ἀποσεισάμενος, ἐδεδοίκεσαν γὰρ ὑπὲρ ἐμοῦ ὁρῶντες ἀποστίλβοντα μὲν τὸν βάρβαρον ἐπιχρύσοις τοῖς ὅπλοις, μέγαν δὲ καὶ φοβερὸν ὄντα τὸν λόφον, κραδαίνοντα τὴν λόγχην— ΧΗΝΙΔΑΣ: Κἀγὼ ἔδεισα τότε, ὦ Λεόντιχε, καὶ οἶσθα ὡς εἰχόμην σου δεόμενος μὴ προκινδυνεύειν· ἀβίωτα γὰρ ἦν μοι σοῦ ἀποθανόντος.

[¶2] 3. LEONTICHUS: But I acted boldly and advanced out there, wearing just as fine armour as the Paphlagonian, and encased in gold from head to toe just like him, so that a shout arose immediately, both from our men and from the barbarians, for they too recognised me by my shield in particular and by my spangles and my crest. Tell us, Chenidas, whom did they all think I resembled then? CHENIDAS: Achilles, of course, son of Peleus and Thetis. So distinguished was your helmet, so bright your purple, so resplendent your shield.

> Greek: 3. ΛΕΟΝΤΙΧΟΣ: Ἀλλ' ἐγὼ τολμήσας παρῆλθον ἐς τὸ μέσον οὐ χεῖρον τοῦ Παφλαγόνος ὡπλισμένος, ἀλλὰ πάγχρυσος καὶ αὐτός, ὥστε βοὴ εὐθὺς ἐγένετο καὶ παρ' ἡμῶν καὶ παρὰ τῶν βαρβάρων· ἐγνώρισαν γάρ με κἀκεῖνοι ἰδόντες ἀπὸ τῆς πέλτης μάλιστα καὶ τῶν φαλάρων καὶ τοῦ λόφου. εἰπέ, ὦ Χηνίδα, τίνι με τότε πάντες εἴκαζον; ΧΗΝΙΔΑΣ: Τίνι δὲ ἄλλῳ ἢ Ἀχιλλεῖ νὴ Δία τῷ Θέτιδος καὶ Πηλέως; οὕτως ἔπρεπέ μέν σοι ἡ κόρυς, ἡ φοινικὶς δὲ ἐπήνθει καὶ ἡ πέλτη ἐμάρμαιρεν.

[¶3] LEONTICHUS: When we met, the barbarian struck first, wounding me slightly by grazing me with his spear just above the knee, but I drove my lance through his shield, and penetrated right through to his chest. Then I rushed at him, lopped off his head with my blade without any difficulty, and returned, not only with his arms, but carrying his head fixed on my lance, and bathed in blood.

> Greek: ΛΕΟΝΤΙΧΟΣ: Ἐπεὶ δὲ συνέστημεν, ὁ βάρβαρος πρότερος τιτρώσκει με ὀλίγον ὅσον ἐπιψαῦσαι τῷ δόρατι μικρὸν ὑπὲρ τὸ γόνυ, ἐγὼ δὲ διελάσας τὴν ἀσπίδα τῇ σαρίσῃ παίω διαμπὰξ ἐς τὸ στέρνον, εἶτ' ἐπιδραμὼν ἀπεδειροτόμησα τῇ σπάθῃ ῥᾳδίως καὶ τὰ ὅπλα ἔχων ἐπανῆλθον ἅμα καὶ τὴν κεφαλὴν ἐπὶ τῆς σαρίσης πεπηγυῖαν κομίζων λελουμένος τῷ φόνῳ.

[¶4] 4. HYMNIS: Stop, Leontichus. Your stories about yourself are repulsive and gruesome, and no girl would ever look again at a fellow who takes such pleasure in bloodshed, far less drink with him, or spend the night with him. So I’ll be off.
LEONTICHUS: I offer you double the money. HYMNIS: I couldn’t bear to sleep with a murderer.

> Greek: 4. ΥΜΝΙΣ: Ἄπαγε, ὦ Λεόντιχε, μιαρὰ ταῦτα καὶ φοβερὰ περὶ σαυτοῦ διηγῇ, καὶ οὐκ ἂν ἔτι σε οὐδὲ προσβλέψειέ τις οὕτω χαίροντα τῷ λύθρῳ, οὐχ ὅπως συμπίοι ἢ συγκοιμηθείη. ἔγωγ' οὖν ἄπειμι.
ΛΕΟΝΤΙΧΟΣ: Διπλάσιον ἀπόλαβε τὸ μίσθωμα. ΥΜΝΙΣ: Οὐκ ἂν ὑπομείναιμι ἀνδροφόνῳ συγκαθεύδειν.

[¶5] LEONTICHUS: Don’t be afraid, Hymnis. These exploits are all over and happened in Paphlagonia; for the moment I’m at peace. HYMNIS: But you’re unclean, and the blood dripped over you from his head, when you carried it on your spear. And then you expect me to embrace and kiss a fellow like that? May the Graces save me from that! He’s no better than the public executioner.

> Greek: ΛΕΟΝΤΙΧΟΣ: Μὴ δέδιθι, ὦ Ὑμνί· ἐν Παφλαγόσιν ἐκεῖνα πέπρακται, νῦν δὲ εἰρήνην ἄγω. ΥΜΝΙΣ: Ἀλλ' ἐναγὴς ἄνθρωπος εἶ, καὶ τὸ αἷμα κατέσταζέ σου ἀπὸ τῆς κεφαλῆς τοῦ βαρβάρου, ἣν ἔφερες ἐπὶ τῇ σαρίσῃ. εἶτ' ἐγὼ τοιοῦτον ἄνδρα περιβάλω καὶ φιλήσω; μή, ὦ Χάριτες, γένοιτο· οὐδὲν γὰρ οὗτος ἀμείνων τοῦ δημίου.

[¶6] LEONTICHUS: But, if you’d seen me in heavy armour, I’m sure you’d have fallen in love with me. HYMNIS: Merely to listen to you, Leontichus, makes me feel sick and shudder and imagine I see the ghosts and phantoms of those you butchered and particularly of that poor captain with his head split in two. What do you think would have happened if I’d seen the deed itself, and the blood, and the dead bodies lying there? I think I went faint as it was. I’ve never to this day even seen a cock being killed.

> Greek: ΛΕΟΝΤΙΧΟΣ: Καὶ μὴν εἴ με εἶδες ἐν τοῖς ὅπλοις, εὖ οἶδα, ἠράσθης ἄν. ΥΜΝΙΣ: Ἀκούουσα μόνον, ὦ Λεόντιχε, ναυτιῶ καὶ φρίττω καὶ τὰς σκιάς μοι δοκῶ ὁρᾶν καὶ τὰ εἴδωλα τῶν πεφονευμένων καὶ μάλιστα τοῦ ἀθλίου λοχαγοῦ ἐς δύο τὴν κεφαλὴν διῃρημένου. τί οἴει, τὸ ἔργον αὐτὸ καὶ τὸ αἷμα εἰ ἐθεασάμην καὶ κειμένους τοὺς νεκρούς; ἐκθανεῖν δή μοι δοκῶ· οὐδ’ ἀλεκτρυόνα πώποτε φονευόμενον εἶδον.

[¶7] LEONTICHUS: Are you really so cowardly and poor-spirited, Hymnis? I thought you’d be delighted to hear my tale. HYMNIS: Keep such tales for the delight of any women of Lemnos or daughters of Danaus you find; but I’m running away to mother, while it’s still daylight. And you’d better come with me, Grammis. Goodbye, bravest colonel, you murderer of as many as you choose.

> Greek: ΛΕΟΝΤΙΧΟΣ: Οὕτως ἀγεννής, ὦ Ὑμνί, καὶ μικρόψυχος εἶ; ἐγὼ δὲ ᾤμην ἡσθήσεσθαί σε ἀκούουσαν. ΥΜΝΙΣ: Ἀλλὰ τέρπε τοῖς διηγήμασι τούτοις εἴ τινας Λημνιάδας ἢ Δαναΐδας εὕροις· ἐγὼ δ’ ἀποτρέχω παρὰ τὴν μητέρα, ἕως ἔτι ἡμέρα ἐστίν. ἕπου καὶ σύ, ὦ Γραμμί· σὺ δὲ ἔρρωσο, χιλιάρχων ἄριστε καὶ φονεῦ ὁπόσων ἂν ἐθέλῃς.

[¶8] 5. LEONTICHUS: Stay, Hymnis, stay.—She’s gone. CHENIDAS: Yes, Leontichus. You frightened the simple young girl by brandishing your plumes and recounting your incredible feats. I could see at once how pale she grew before you’d finished that story about the captain, and how she puckered her brow, and shivered when you said you’d split his head.

> Greek: 5. ΛΕΟΝΤΙΧΟΣ: Μεῖνον, ὦ Ὑμνί, μεῖνον—ἀπελήλυθε. ΧΗΝΙΔΑΣ: Σὺ γάρ, ὦ Λεόντιχε, ἀφελῆ παιδίσκην κατεφόβησας ἐπισείων λόφους καὶ ἀπιθάνους ἀριστείας διεξιών· ἐγὼ δὲ ἑώρων εὐθὺς ὅπως χλωρὰ ἐγένετο ἔτι σου τὰ κατὰ τὸν λοχαγὸν ἐκεῖνα διηγουμένου καὶ συνέστειλε τὸ πρόσωπον καὶ ὑπέφριξεν, ἐπεὶ διακόψαι τὴν κεφαλὴν ἔφης.

[¶9] LEONTICHUS: I thought it would make me seem more attractive to her; but you helped to spoil things for me, Chenidas, by suggesting the single combat. CHENIDAS: Well, wasn’t I to help by adding my lies to yours, when I saw why you were boasting? But you made the story much too frightening. It was all very well for you to cut off the head of that poor Paphlagonian, but why did you go on to stick it on your spear, so that the blood poured over you?

> Greek: ΛΕΟΝΤΙΧΟΣ: Ὤιμην ἐρασμιώτερος αὐτῇ φανεῖσθαι. ἀλλὰ καὶ σύ με προσαπολώλεκας, ὦ Χηνίδα, τὸ μονομάχιον ὑποβαλών. ΧΗΝΙΔΑΣ: Οὐκ ἔδει γὰρ συνεπιψεύδεσθαί σοι ὁρῶντα τὴν αἰτίαν τῆς ἀλαζονείας; σὺ δὲ πολὺ φοβερώτερον αὐτὸ ἐποίησας. ἔστω γάρ, ἀπέτεμες τοῦ κακοδαίμονος Παφλαγόνος τὴν κεφαλήν, τί καὶ κατέπηξας αὐτὴν ἐπὶ τῆς σαρίσης, ὥστε σου καταρρεῖν τὸ αἷμα;

[¶10] 6. LEONTICHUS: That was indeed repulsive, Chenidas; the tale we’d made up hadn’t been at all bad up till then! But be off with you and coax her into spending the night with me. CHENIDAS: Am I to say, then, that your whole story was a pack of lies, because you wished to appear a hero in her eyes?

> Greek: 6. ΛΕΟΝΤΙΧΟΣ: Τοῦτο μιαρὸν ὡς ἀληθῶς, ὦ Χηνίδα, ἐπεὶ τά γε ἄλλα οὐ κακῶς συνεπέπλαστο. ἄπιθι δ’ οὖν καὶ πεῖσον αὐτὴν συγκαθευδήσουσαν. ΧΗΝΙΔΑΣ: Λέγω οὖν ὡς ἐψεύσω ἅπαντα γενναῖος αὐτῇ δόξαι βουλόμενος;

[¶11] LEONTICHUS: I’d be ashamed if you did. CHENIDAS: But that’s the only way she’ll come. You’ve only two choices; you can either be hated and retain your reputation for valour, or you can spend the night with Hymnis and admit you’ve been lying.

> Greek: ΛΕΟΝΤΙΧΟΣ: Αἰσχρόν, ὦ Χηνίδα. ΧΗΝΙΔΑΣ: Καὶ μὴν οὐκ ἄλλως ἀφίκοιτο. ἑλοῦ τοίνυν θάτερον ἢ μισεῖσθαι ἀριστεὺς εἶναι δοκῶν ἢ καθεύδειν μετὰ Ὑμνίδος ἐψεῦσθαι ὁμολογῶν.

[¶12] LEONTICHUS: Either choice goes against the grain; but I choose Hymnis. So go, Chenidas, and tell her that I did He, but it wasn’t all lies.

> Greek: ΛΕΟΝΤΙΧΟΣ: Χαλεπὰ μὲν ἄμφω· αἱροῦμαι δ’ ὅμως τὴν Ὑμνίδα. ἄπιθι οὖν καὶ λέγε, ὦ Χηνίδα, ἐψεῦσθαι μέν, μὴ πάντα δέ.

## 14. Dialogue 14

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[¶0] 1. DORIO: So, Myrtale, you shut the door in my face now that I’ve Beggared myself because of you, though, when I brought all those gifts, I was your darling, your man, your lord, your all! But now that I’ve been drained completely dry, and you have found your Bithynian merchant to love you, I’m shut out and stand before your doors in tears, while he enjoys your kisses at night, spending the whole night alone with you, and you say you’re about to have his child. MYRTALE: That’s what riles me most of all, Dorio—the way you keep saying you’ve been generous to me and have Beggared yourself for me. Just start from the beginning and reckon up all the gifts you’ve brought me.

> Greek: 1. ΔΩΡΙΩΝ: Νῦν με ἀποκλείεις, ὦ Μυρτάλη, νῦν, ὅτε πένης ἐγενόμην διὰ σέ, ὅτε δέ σοι τοσαῦτα ἐκόμιζον, ἐρώμενος, ἀνήρ, δεσπότης, πάντ' ἦν ἐγώ. ἐπεὶ δ’ ἐγὼ μὲν αὖος ἤδη ἀκριβῶς, σὺ δὲ τὸν Βιθυνὸν ἔμπορον εὕρηκας ἐραστήν, ἀποκλείομαι μὲν ἐγὼ καὶ πρὸ τῶν θυρῶν ἕστηκα δακρύων, ὁ δὲ τῶν νυκτῶν φιλεῖται καὶ μόνος ἔνδον ἐστὶ καὶ παννυχίζεται, καὶ κυεῖν φῂς ἀπ' αὐτοῦ. ΜΥΡΤΑΛΗ: Ταῦτά με ἀποπνίγει, Δωρίων, μάλιστα ὁπόταν λέγῃς ὡς πολλὰ ἔδωκας καὶ πένης γεγένησαι δι’ ἐμέ. λόγισαι γοῦν ἅπαντα ἐξ ἀρχῆς ὁπόσα μοι ἐκόμισας.

[¶1] 2. DORIO: An excellent idea, Myrtale; let’s do that. First, a pair of shoes from Sicyon worth two drachmas. Put down two drachmas. MYRTALE: But you spent two nights with me.

> Greek: 2. ΔΩΡΙΩΝ: Εὖ γε, ὦ Μυρτάλη, λογισώμεθα. ὑποδήματα ἐκ Σικυῶνος τὸ πρῶτον δύο δραχμῶν· τίθει δύο δραχμάς. ΜΥΡΤΑΛΗ: Ἀλλ' ἐκοιμήθης νύκτας δύο.

[¶2] DORIO: Then, when I came from Syria, a vase of Phoenician perfume, also costing two drachmas, I swear it by Poseidon. MYRTALE: But, when you had to sail, I gave you that little waistcoat to wear while rowing. Epiurus, the officer of the fo’c’sle, had left it here by mistake, when he spent a night with me.

> Greek: ΔΩΡΙΩΝ: Καὶ ὁπότε ἧκον ἐκ Συρίας, ἀλάβαστρον μύρου ἐκ Φοινίκης, δύο καὶ τοῦτο δραχμῶν νὴ τὸν Ποσειδῶ. ΜΥΡΤΑΛΗ: Ἐγὼ δέ σοι ἐκπλέοντι τὸ μικρὸν ἐκεῖνο χιτώνιον τὸ μέχρι τῶν μηρῶν, ὡς ἔχοις ἐρέττων, Ἐπιούρου τοῦ πρωρέως ἐκλαθομένου αὐτὸ παρ' ἡμῖν, ὁπότε ἐκάθευδε παρ' ἐμοί.

[¶3] DORIO: Epiurus recognised it in Samos the other day, and got it back, though, by heaven, we had quite a fight over it. Then I brought you onions from Cyprus, five fish from the Nile, and four perches, on our return from the Bosporus. Oh yes, and a basket with eight ship’s loaves, and a jar of dried figs from Caria, and another time a pair of gilded sandals from Patara, you ungrateful creature! And I remember the time I brought you that great cheese from Gythium. MYRTALE: All this comes to perhaps five drachmas, Dorio.

> Greek: ΔΩΡΙΩΝ: Ἀπέλαβεν αὐτὸ γνωρίσας ὁ Ἐπίουρος πρῴην ἐν Σάμῳ μετὰ πολλῆς γε, ὦ θεοί, τῆς μάχης. κρόμμυα δὲ ἐκ Κύπρου καὶ σαπέρδας πέντε καὶ πέρκας τέτταρας, ὁπότε κατεπλεύσαμεν ἐκ Βοσπόρου, ἐκόμισά σοι. τί οὖν; καὶ ἄρτους ὀκτὼ ναυτικοὺς ἐν γυργάθῳ ξηροὺς καὶ ἰσχάδων βῖκον ἐκ Καρίας καὶ ὕστερον ἐκ Πατάρων σανδάλια ἐπίχρυσα, ὦ ἀχάριστε· καὶ τυρόν ποτε μέμνημαι τὸν μέγαν ἐκ Γυθίου. ΜΥΡΤΑΛΗ: Πέντε ἴσως δραχμῶν, ὦ Δωρίων, πάντα ταῦτα.

[¶4] 3. DORIO: Oh Myrtale, I brought you all a seaman could afford out of his pay. Recently I’ve been put in charge of the starboard hands, and you despise me! Not so long ago, when it was the feast of Aphrodite, didn’t I put a silver drachma at the feet of the goddess on your account? Then again I gave your mother two drachmas for a pair of shoes, and many’s the time I’ve slipped two or even four obols into the hand of Lyde here. All these together amounted to the whole worldly wealth of any sailor. MYRTALE: The onions, you mean, Dorio, and those fish from the Nile?

> Greek: 3. ΔΩΡΙΩΝ: Ὦ Μυρτάλη, ὅσα ναύτης ἄνθρωπος ἐδυνάμην μισθοῦ ἐπιπλέων. νῦν γὰρ ἤδη τοίχου ἄρχω τοῦ δεξιοῦ καὶ σὺ ἡμῶν ὑπερορᾷς, πρῴην δὲ ὁπότε τὰ Ἀφροδίσια ἦν, οὐχὶ δραχμὴν ἔθηκα πρὸ τοῖν ποδοῖν τῆς Ἀφροδίτης σοῦ ἕνεκεν ἀργυρᾶν; καὶ πάλιν τῇ μητρὶ εἰς ὑποδήματα δύο δραχμὰς καὶ Λυδῇ ταύτῃ πολλάκις εἰς τὴν χεῖρα νῦν μὲν δύο, νῦν δὲ τέτταρας ὀβολούς. ταῦτα πάντα συντεθέντα οὐσία ναύτου ἀνδρὸς ἦν. ΜΥΡΤΑΛΗ: Τὰ κρόμμυα καὶ οἱ σαπέρδαι, ὦ Δωρίων;

[¶5] DORIO: Yes, I’d nothing more to give you. I shouldn’t be an oarsman, if I were a man of means. Why, I’ve never to this day brought my mother a single head of garlic. I wish you’d told me what gifts you had from the Bithynian. MYRTALE: Well, first take a look at this dress. He bought it, and the thicker of my necklaces.

> Greek: ΔΩΡΙΩΝ: Ναί· οὐ γὰρ εἶχον πλείω κομίζειν· οὐ γὰρ ἂν ἤρεττον, εἴ γε πλουτῶν ἐτύγχανον. τῇ μητρὶ δὲ οὐδὲ κεφαλίδα μίαν σκορόδου ἐκόμισα πώποτε. ἡδέως δ’ ἂν ἔμαθον ἅτινά σοι παρὰ Βιθυνοῦ τὰ δῶρα. ΜΥΡΤΑΛΗ: Τουτὶ πρῶτον ὁρᾷς τὸ χιτώνιον; ἐκεῖνος ἐπρίατο, καὶ τὸν ὅρμον τὸν παχύτερον.

[¶6] DORIO: It came from him, did it? I knew you’d had it for a long time. MYRTALE: No, the one you knew was much thinner, and had no emeralds. Then there’s these earrings and that rug, and only the other day he gave me two minas, and paid our rent for us. That’s a little different from sandals from Patara or Gythian cheese, or rubbish like that!

> Greek: ΔΩΡΙΩΝ: Ἐκεῖνος; ᾔδειν γάρ σε πάλαι ἔχουσαν. ΜΥΡΤΑΛΗ: Ἀλλ' ὃν ᾔδεις, πολὺ λεπτότερος ἦν καὶ σμαράγδους οὐκ εἶχε. καὶ ἐλλόβια ταυτὶ καὶ δάπιδα, καὶ πρῴην δύο μνᾶς, καὶ τὸ ἐνοίκιον κατέβαλεν ὑπὲρ ἡμῶν, οὐ σάνδαλα Παταρικὰ καὶ τυρὸν Γυθιακὸν καὶ φληνάφους.

[¶7] 4. DORIO: But won’t you tell me what sort of a lover you find him? He must be well over fifty, he’s going thin at the front, and he has the colour of a crawfish. And haven’t you noticed his teeth? By Castor and Pollux, the graces have been kind to him, particularly when he sings, and tries to show his good taste! He’s like the proverbial donkey treating himself to a solo on the harp. Good luck to you, for he’s just what you deserve, and I hope your child takes after his father! For my part I’ll find a Delphis or a Cymbalium who’s more my own sort, or perhaps it’ll be your neighbour who plays the pipe, but I’ll certainly find somebody. We don’t all have rugs or necklaces or presents of two minas to give you. MYRTALE: What a lucky girl it’ll be that gets you for her lover, Dorio! You’ll bring her onions from Cyprus, and cheese any time you come from Gythium!

> Greek: 4. ΔΩΡΙΩΝ: Ἀλλὰ ἐκεῖνο οὐ λέγεις, οἵῳ ὄντι συγκαθεύδεις αὐτῷ; ἔτη μὲν ὑπὲρ τὰ πεντήκοντα πάντως, ἀναφαλαντίας καὶ τὴν χρόαν οἷος κάραβος. οὐδὲ τοὺς ὀδόντας αὐτοῦ ὁρᾷς; αἱ μὲν γὰρ χάριτες, ὦ Διοσκόρω, πολλαί, καί μάλιστα ὁπόταν ᾄδῃ καὶ ἁβρὸς εἶναι θέλῃ, ὄνος αὐτολυρίζων, φασίν. ἀλλὰ ὄναιο αὐτοῦ ἀξία γε οὖσα καὶ γένοιτο ὑμῖν παιδίον ὅμοιον τῷ πατρί, ἐγὼ δὲ καὶ αὐτὸς εὑρήσω Δελφίδα ἢ Κυμβάλιόν τινα τῶν κατ' ἐμὲ ἢ τὴν γείτονα ὑμῶν τὴν αὐλητρίδα ἢ πάντως τινά. δάπιδας δὲ καὶ ὅρμους καὶ διμναῖα μισθώματα οὐ πάντες ἔχομεν. ΜΥΡΤΑΛΗ: Ὦ μακαρία ἐκείνη, ἥτις ἐραστὴν σέ, ὦ Δωρίων, ἕξει· κρόμμυα γὰρ αὐτῇ οἴσεις ἐκ Κύπρου καὶ τυρόν, ὅταν ἐκ Γυθίου καταπλέῃς.

## 15. Dialogue 15

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[¶0] 1. COCHLIS: Why these tears, Parthenis? How did you break these pipes you’re carrying? PARTHENIS: It was that soldier from Aetolia, the big fellow who loves Crocale. He slapped me when he found me playing at Crocale’s house, when I’d been hired by his rival Gorgos, and bursting in smashed my pipes, overturned the table while we were still at dinner, and spilt the wine out of the bowl. Then he dragged Gorgos, that poor fellow from the country, out of the room by the hair, and both the soldier himself—Dinomachus I think he’s called—and his comrade, stood over him beating him up. And so I don’t know whether the fellow will survive, Cochlis, for blood poured in streams from his nose, and his whole face is swollen and all black and blue.

> Greek: 1. ΚΟΧΛΙΣ: Τί δακρύεις, ὦ Παρθενί, ἢ πόθεν κατεαγότας τοὺς αὐλοὺς φέρεις; ΠΑΡΘΕΝΙΣ: Ὁ στρατιώτης ὁ Αἰτωλὸς ὁ μέγας ὁ Κροκάλης ἐρῶν ἐρράπισέ με αὐλοῦσαν εὑρὼν παρὰ τῇ Κροκάλῃ ὑπὸ τοῦ ἀντεραστοῦ αὐτοῦ Γόργου μεμισθωμένην καὶ τούς τε αὐλούς μου συνέτριψε καὶ τὴν τράπεζαν μεταξὺ δειπνούντων ἀνέτρεψε καὶ τὸν κρατῆρα ἐξέχεεν ἐπεισπαίσας. τὸν μὲν γὰρ ἀγροῖκον ἐκεῖνον τὸν Γόργον ἀπὸ τοῦ συμποσίου κατασπάσας τῶν τριχῶν ἔπαιον περιστάντες αὐτός τε ὁ στρατιώτης—Δεινόμαχος, οἶμαι, καλεῖται—καὶ ὁ συστρατιώτης αὐτοῦ· ὥστε οὐκ οἶδα εἰ βιώσεται ὁ ἄνθρωπος, ὦ Κοχλί· αἷμά τε γὰρ ἐρρύη πολὺ ἀπὸ τῶν ῥινῶν καὶ τὸ πρόσωπον ὅλον ἐξῴδηκεν αὐτοῦ καὶ πελιδνόν ἐστιν.

[¶1] 2. COCHLIS: Was the fellow out of his senses or was it a drunken fit? PARTHENIS: It was jealousy, my dear, and excess of love. Crocale, I believe, had asked for two talents, if he wanted to keep her all to himself. When he refused to pay, she banged the door shut in his face, so they said, and asked in Gorgos of Oenoe, a rich farmer, an admirer of long standing, and an excellent fellow, drank with him and brought me in to give them some music. The wine had begun to flow, I was striking up one of my Lydian airs, the farmer was just getting up to dance, Crocale was clapping, and everything was most pleasant, when we heard crashes and shouts, there was a battering on the front door, and a moment later eight or nine strapping young fellows including that yahoo came rushing in. Well everything was turned upside down at once, and Gorgos, as I said, was knocked about, and kicked as he lay on the ground. Somehow Crocale was quick enough to escape next door to Thespias’ house, but I was slapped by Dinomachus, who then threw my broken pipes after me, and told me to “get to blazes out of it”. Now I’m hurrying off to tell my master about this, while the farmer is on his way to see some friends in town, who will bring that yahoo before the magistrates.

> Greek: 2. ΚΟΧΛΙΣ: Ἐμάνη ὁ ἄνθρωπος ἢ μέθη τις ἦν καὶ παροινία τὸ πρᾶγμα; ΠΑΡΘΕΝΙΣ: Ζηλοτυπία τις, ὦ Κοχλί, καὶ ἔρως ἔκτοπος· ἡ Κροκάλη δὲ, οἶμαι, δύο τάλαντα αἰτήσασα, εἰ βούλεται μόνος ἔχειν αὐτήν, ἐπεὶ μὴ ἐδίδου ὁ Δεινόμαχος, ἐκεῖνον μὲν ἀπέκλεισεν ἥκοντα προσαράξασά γε αὐτῷ τὰς θύρας, ὡς ἐλέγετο, τὸν Γόργον δὲ Οἰνοέα τινὰ γεωργὸν εὔπορον ἐκ πολλοῦ ἐρῶντα καὶ χρηστὸν ἄνθρωπον προσιεμένη ἔπινε μετ' αὐτοῦ κἀμὲ παρέλαβεν αὐλήσουσαν αὐτοῖς. ἤδη δὲ προχωροῦντος τοῦ πότου ἐγὼ μὲν ὑπέκρεκόν τι τῶν Λυδίων, ὁ γεωργὸς δὲ ἤδη ἀνίστατο ὡς ὀρχησόμενος, ἡ Κροκάλη δὲ ἐκρότει, καὶ πάντα ἦν ἡδέα· ἐν τοσούτῳ δὲ κτύπος ἠκούετο καὶ βοὴ καὶ ἡ αὔλειος ἠράσσετο, καὶ μετὰ μικρὸν ἐπεισέπεσον ὅσον ὀκτὼ νεανίσκοι μάλα καρτεροὶ καὶ ὁ Μεγαρεὺς ἐν αὐτοῖς. εὐθὺς οὖν ἀνετέτραπτο πάντα καὶ ὁ Γόργος, ὥσπερ ἔφην, ἐπαίετο καὶ ἐπατεῖτο χαμαὶ κείμενος· ἡ Κροκάλη δὲ οὐκ οἶδ’ ὅπως ἔφθη ὑπεκφυγοῦσα παρὰ τὴν γείτονα Θεσπιάδα· ἐμὲ δὲ ῥαπίσας ὁ Δεινόμαχος, Ἐκφθείρου, φησί, κατεαγότας μοι τοὺς αὐλοὺς προσρίψας. καὶ νῦν ἀποτρέχω φράσουσα ταῦτα τῷ δεσπότῃ· ἀπέρχεται δὲ καὶ ὁ γεωργὸς ὀψόμενός τινας φίλους τῶν ἀστικῶν, οἳ παραδώσουσι τοῖς πρυτανεῦσι τὸν Μεγαρέα.

[¶2] 3. COCHLIS: That’s the profit one may get from having these soldiers for lovers—violence and suits in the law-courts. Besides, though they claim to be Generals and colonels, when the time comes to pay, they say, “Wait for pay-day, and the time I’m paid for my soldiering, and I’ll do anything you ask.” Oh, a plague on them with their empty boasts! I’m glad I’ve nothing at all to do with them. Give me a fisherman or sailor or farmer of my own class, who may have little skill in paying compliments, but gives lots of presents. But as for these fellows who shake their plumes and tell us all about their battles, why, Parthenis, they’re nothing but noise!

> Greek: 3. ΚΟΧΛΙΣ: Ταῦτ' ἐστὶν ἀπολαῦσαι τῶν στρατιωτικῶν τούτων ἐραστῶν, πληγὰς καὶ δίκας· τὰ δὲ ἄλλα ἡγεμόνες εἶναι καὶ χιλίαρχοι λέγοντες, ἤν τι δοῦναι δέῃ, Περίμεινον, φασί, τὴν σύνταξιν, ὁπόταν ἀπολάβω τὴν μισθοφοράν, καὶ ποιήσω πάντα. ἐπιτριβεῖεν δ’ οὖν ἀλαζόνες ὄντες· ἔγωγ' οὖν εὖ ποιῶ μὴ προσιεμένη αὐτοὺς τὸ παράπαν. ἁλιεύς τις ἐμοὶ γένοιτο ἢ ναύτης ἢ γεωργὸς ἰσότιμος κολακεύειν εἰδὼς μικρὰ καὶ κομίζων πολλά, οἱ δὲ τοὺς λόφους ἐπισείοντες οὗτοι καὶ τὰς μάχας διηγούμενοι, ψόφοι, ὦ Παρθενί.