1. MICYLLUS: Way, you scurvy cock, may Zeus himself annihilate you for being so envious and shrill-voiced! I was rolling in wealth and having a most delightful dream and enjoying wonderful happiness when you uplifted your voice in a piercing, full-throated crow and waked me up. Even at night you won't let me escape my poverty, which is much more of a nuisance than you are. And yet to judge from the fact that the silence is still profound and the cold has not yet stiffened me as it always does in the morning—which _ is the surest indicator that I have of the approach of day—it is not yet midnight, and this bird, who is as sleepless as if he were guarding the golden fleece, has started crowing directly after dark. He shall suffer for it, though! I'll pay you back, never fear, as soon as it is daylight, by whacking the life out of you with my stick; but if I tried it now, you would bother me by hopping about in the dark.
1. Μίκυλλος: ἀλλὰ σέ, κάκιστε ἀλεκτρυών, ὁ Ζεὺς αὐτὸς ἐπιτρίψειε φθονερὸν οὕτω καὶ ὀξύφωνον ὄντα, ὅς με πλουτοῦντα καὶ ἡδίστῳ ὀνείρῳ συνόντα καὶ θαυμαστὴν εὐδαιμονίαν εὐδαιμονοῦντα διάτορόν τι καὶ γεγωνὸς ἀναβοήσας ἐπήγειρας, ὡς μηδὲ νύκτωρ γοῦν τὴν πολὺ σοῦ μιαρωτέραν πενίαν διαφύγοιμι. καίτοι εἴ γε χρὴ τεκμαίρεσθαι τῇ τε ἡσυχίᾳ πολλῇ ἔτι οὔσῃ καὶ τῷ κρύει μηδέπω με τὸ ὄρθριον ὥσπερ εἴωθεν ἀποπηγνύντι — γνώμων γὰρ οὗτος ἀψευδέστατός μοι προσελαυνούσης ἡμέρας — οὐδέπω μέσαι νύκτες εἰσίν, ὁ δὲ ἄϋπνος οὗτος ὥσπερ τὸ χρυσοῦν ἐκεῖνο κώδιον φυλάττων ἀφʼ ἑσπέρας εὐθὺς ἤδη κέκραγεν, ἀλλʼ οὔτι χαίρων γε· ἀμυνοῦμαι γὰρ ἀμέλει σε, ἢν μόνον ἡμέρα γένηται, συντρίβων τῇ βακτηρίᾳ· νῦν δέ μοι πράγματα παρέξεις μεταπηδῶν ἐν τῷ σκότῳ.
COCK: Master Micyllus, I thought I should do you a favour by cheating the night as much as I could, so that you might make use of the morning hours and fnish the greater part of your work early; you see, if you geta single sandal done before the sun rises, you will be so much ahead toward earning your daily bread. But if you had rather sleep, [ll keep quiet for you and will be much more mute than a fish. Take care, however, that you don’t dream you are rich and then starve when you wake up.
Ἀλεκτρυών: Μίκυλλε δέσποτα, ᾤμην τι χαριεῖσθαί σοι φθάνων τῆς νυκτὸς ὁπόσον δυναίμην, ὡς ἔχοις ὀρθρευόμενος προανύειν τὰ πολλὰ τῶν ἔργων· εἰ γοῦν πρὶν ἀνατεῖλαι ἥλιον μίαν κρηπῖδα ἐξεργάσαιο, πρὸ ὁδοῦ ἔσῃ τοῦτο ἐς τὰ ἄλφιτα πεπονηκώς. εἰ δέ σοι καθεύδειν ἥδιον, ἐγὼ μὲν ἡσυχάσομαί σοι καὶ πολὺ ἀφωνότερος ἔσομαι τῶν ἰχθύων, σὺ δὲ ὅρα ὅπως μὴ ὄναρ πλουτῶν λιμώττῃς ἀνεγρόμενος.
2. MICYLLUS: Zeus, god of miracles, and Heracles, averter of harm! what the devil does this mean? The cock talked like a human being!
2. Μίκυλλος: ὦ Ζεῦ τεράστιε καὶ Ἡράκλεις ἀλεξίκακε, τί τὸ κακὸν τοῦτό ἐστιν; ἀνθρωπίνως ἐλάλησεν ὁ ἀλεκτρυών.
COCK: Then do you think it a miracle if I talk the same language as you men?
Ἀλεκτρυών: εἶτά σοι τέρας εἶναι δοκεῖ τὸ τοιοῦτον, εἰ ὁμόφωνος ὑμῖν εἰμι;
MICYLLUS: Why isn’t it a miracle? Gods, avert the evil omen from us!
Μίκυλλος: πῶς γὰρ οὐ τέρας; ἀλλʼ ἀποτρέποιτε, ὦ θεοί, τὸ δεινὸν ἀφʼ ἡμῶν.
COCK: It appears to me, Micyllus, that you are utterly uneducated and haven’t even read Homer’s poems, for in them Xanthus, the horse of Achilles, saying good-bye to neighing forever, stood still and talked in the thick of the fray, reciting whole verses, not prose as I did; indeed he even made prophecies and foretold the future; yet he was not considered to be doing anything out of the way, and the one who heard him did not invoke the averter of harm as you did just now, thinking the thing ominous. Moreover, what would you have done if the stem of the Argo had spoken to you as it spoke of old, or the oak at Dodona had prophesied with a voice of its own; or if you had seen hides crawling and the flesh of oxen bellowing half-roasted on the spits? I am the friend of Hermes, the most talkative and eloquent of all the gods, and besides I am the close comrade and messmate of men, so it was to be expected that I would learn the human language without difficulty. But if you promise me to keep your own counsel, I shall not hesitate to.tell you the real reason for my having the same tongue as you, and how it happens that can talk like this.
Ἀλεκτρυών: σύ μοι δοκεῖς, ὦ Μίκυλλε, κομιδῇ ἀπαίδευτος εἶναι μηδὲ ἀνεγνωκέναι τὰ Ὁμήρου ποιήματα, ἐν οἷς καὶ ὁ τοῦ Ἀχιλλέως ἵππος ὁ Ξάνθος μακρὰ χαίρειν φράσας τῷ χρεμετίζειν ἕστηκεν ἐν μέσῳ τῷ πολέμῳ διαλεγόμενος, ἔπη ὅλα ῥαψῳδῶν, οὐχ ὥσπερ ἐγὼ νῦν ἄνευ τῶν μέτρων. ἀλλὰ καὶ ἐμαντεύετο ἐκεῖνος καὶ τὰ μέλλοντα προεθέσπιζε καὶ οὐδέν τι παράδοξον ἐδόκει ποιεῖν, οὐδὲ ὁ ἀκούων ἐπεκαλεῖτο ὥσπερ σὺ τὸν ἀλεξίκακον, ἀποτρόπαιον ἡγούμενος τὸ ἄκουσμα. καίτοι τί ἂν ἐποίησας, εἴ σοι ἡ τῆς Ἀργοῦς τρόπις ἐλάλησεν ὥσπερ ποτέ, ἢ ἡ φηγὸς ἐν Δωδώνῃ αὐτόφωνος ἐμαντεύσατο, ἢ εἰ βύρσας εἶδες ἑρπούσας καὶ βοῶν κρέα μυκώμενα ἡμίοπτα περιπεπαρμένα τοῖς ὀβελοῖς; ἐγὼ δὲ Ἑρμοῦ πάρεδρος ὢν λαλιστάτου καὶ λογιωτάτου θεῶν ἁπάντων καὶ τὰ ἄλλα ὁμοδίαιτος ὑμῖν καὶ σύντροφος οὐ χαλεπῶς ἔμελλον ἐκμαθήσεσθαι τὴν ἀνθρωπίνην φωνήν. εἰ δὲ ἐχεμυθήσειν ὑπόσχοιό μοι, οὐκ ἂν ὀκνήσαιμί σοι τὴν ἀληθεστέραν αἰτίαν εἰπεῖν τῆς πρὸς ὑμᾶς ὁμοφωνίας καὶ ὅθεν ὑπάρχει μοι οὕτω λαλεῖν.
3. MICYLLUS: Why, this is not a dream, is it? A cock talking to me this way? Tell me, in the name of Hermes, my good friend, what other reason you have for your ability to speak. As to my keeping still and not telling anybody, why should you have any fear, for who would believe me if I told him anything asserting that I had heard it from a cock?
3. Μίκυλλος: ἀλλὰ μὴ ὄνειρος καὶ ταῦτά ἐστιν, ἀλεκτρυὼν οὕτω πρὸς ἐμὲ διαλεγόμενος; εἰπὲ δʼ οὖν πρὸς τοῦ Ἑρμοῦ, ὦ βέλτιστε, ὅ τι καὶ ἄλλο σοι τῆς φωνῆς αἴτιον. ὡς δὲ σιωπήσομαι καὶ πρὸς οὐδένα ἐρῶ, τι σε χρὴ δεδιέναι; τίς γὰρ ἂν πιστεύσειέ μοι, εἴ τι διηγοίμην ὡς ἀλεκτρυόνος αὐτὸ εἰπόντος ἀκηκοώς;
COCK: Listen, then, to an account which will be quite incredible to you, I am very sure, Micyllus. I who now appear to you in the guise of a cock was a man not long ago.
Ἀλεκτρυών: ἄκουε τοίνυν παραδοξότατόν σοι εὖ οἶδʼ ὅτι λόγον, ὦ Μίκυλλε· οὑτοσὶ γὰρ ὁ νῦν σοι ἀλεκτρυὼν φαινόμενος οὐ πρὸ πολλοῦ ἄνθρωπος ἦν.
MICYLLUS: I heard something to that effect about you cocks a good while ago. They say that a young fellow named Alectryon (Cock) became friends with Ares ind drank with the god and caroused with him and shared his amorous adventures; at all events, whenever Ares went to visit Aphrodite on poaching bent, he took Alectryon along too; and as he was especially uspicious of Helius, for fear that he would look down on them and tell Hephaestus, he always used to leave the young fellow outside at the door to warn him when Helius rose. Then, they say, Alectryon fell asleep one time and unintentionally betrayed his post, and Helius unexpectedly stole upon Aphrodite with Ares, who was sleeping peacefully because he relied on Alectryon to tell him if anyone came near. So Hephaestus found out from Helius and caught them by enclosing and trapping them in the snares that he had long before contrived for them; and Ares, on being let go in the plight in which Hephaestus let him go, was angry at Alectryon and changed him into this bird, weapons and all, so that he still has the crest of his helmet on his head. And for this reason, they say, you cocks try to put yourselves right with Ares when it is no use, and when you notice that the sun is about to come up, you raise your voices far in advance and give warning of his rising.
Μίκυλλος: ἤκουσά τι καὶ πάλαι τοιοῦτον ἀμέλει περὶ ὑμῶν ὡς Ἀλεκτρυών τις νεανίσκος φίλος γένοιτο τῷ Ἄρει καὶ συμπίνοι τῷ θεῷ καὶ συγκωμάζοι καὶ κοινωνοίη τῶν ἐρωτικῶν· εἴποτε γοῦν ἀπίοι παρὰ τὴν Ἀφροδίτην μοιχεύσων ὁ Ἄρης, ἐπάγεσθαι καὶ τὸν Ἀλεκτρυόνα, καὶ ἐπειδήπερ τὸν Ἥλιον μάλιστα ὑφεωρᾶτο, μὴ κατιδὼν ἐξείποι πρὸς τὸν Ἥφαιστον, ἔξω πρὸς ταῖς θύραις ἀπολείπειν ἀεὶ τὸν νεανίσκον μηνύσοντα ὁπότε ἀνίσχοι ὁ Ἥλιος. εἶτά ποτε κατακοιμηθῆναι τὸν Ἀλεκτρυόνα καὶ προδοῦναι τὴν φρουρὰν ἄκοντα, τὸν δὲ Ἥλιον λαθόντα ἐπιστῆναι τῇ Ἀφροδίτῃ καὶ τῷ Ἄρει ἀφρόντιδι ἀναπαυομένῳ διὰ τὸ πιστεύειν τὸν Ἀλεκτρυόνα μηνῦσαι ἄν, εἴ τις ἐπίοι· καὶ οὕτω τὸν Ἥφαιστον παρʼ Ἡλίου μαθόντα συλλαβεῖν αὐτοὺς περιβαλόντα καὶ σαγηνεύσαντα τοῖς δεσμοῖς ἃ πάλαι μεμηχάνητο ἐπʼ αὐτούς· ἀφεθέντα δὲ ὡς ἀφείθη τὸν Ἄρη ἀγανακτῆσαι κατὰ τοῦ Ἀλεκτρυόνος καὶ μεταβαλεῖν αὐτὸν εἰς τουτὶ τὸ ὄρνεον αὐτοῖς ὅπλοις, ὡς ἔτι τοῦ κράνους τὸν λόφον ἔχειν ἐπὶ τῇ κεφαλῇ. διὰ τοῦτο ὑμᾶς ἀπολογουμένους τῷ Ἄρει ὅτʼ οὐδὲν ὄφελος, ἐπειδὰν αἴσθησθε ἀνελευσόμενον τὸν ἥλιον, πρὸ πολλοῦ βοᾶν ἐπισημαινομένους τὴν ἀνατολὴν αὐτοῦ.
4. COCK: That is what they say, Micyllus, I grant you; but my own experience has been quite different, and it is only just lately that I changed into a cock.
4. Ἀλεκτρυών: φασὶ μὲν καὶ ταῦτα, ὦ Μίκυλλε, τὸ δὲ ἐμὸν ἑτεροῖόν τι ἐγένετο, καὶ πάνυ ἔναγχος εἰς ἀλεκτρυόνα σοι μεταβέβηκα.
MICYLLUS: How? That is what I want to know above all else.
Μίκυλλος: πῶς; ἐθέλω γὰρ τοῦτο μάλιστα εἰδέναι.
COCK: Have you ever heard of a man named Pythagoras, the son of Mnesarchus, of Samos?
Ἀλεκτρυών: ἀκούεις τινὰ Πυθαγόραν Μνησαρχίδην Σάμιον;
MICYLLUS: You mean the sophist, the quack, who made laws against tasting meat and eating beans, banishing from the table the food that I for my part like best of all, and then trying to persuade people that before he became Pythagoras he was Euphorbus (Well- fed)? They say he was a conjurer and a miraclemonger, cock.
Μίκυλλος: τὸν σοφιστὴν λέγεις, τὸν ἀλαζόνα, ὃς ἐνομοθέτει μήτε κρεῶν γεύεσθαι μήτε κυάμους ἐσθίειν, ἥδιστον ἐμοὶ γοῦν ὄψον ἐκτράπεζον ἀποφαίνων, ἔτι δὲ πείθων τοὺς ἀνθρώπους ὡς πρὸ τοῦ Πυθαγόρου Εὔφορβος γένοιτο; γόητά φασι καὶ τερατουργὸν ἄνθρωπον, ὦ ἀλεκτρυών.
COCK: I am that very Pythagoras, Micyllus, so stop abusing me, my good friend, especially as you do not know what sort of man I really was.
Ἀλεκτρυών: ἐκεῖνος αὐτὸς ἐγώ σοί εἰμι ὁ Πυθαγόρας. ὥστε παῦʼ, ὦγαθέ, λοιδορούμενός μοι, καὶ ταῦτα οὐκ εἰδὼς οἷός τις ἦν τὸν τρόπον.
MICYLLUS: Now this is far more miraculous than the other thing! A philosopher cock! Tell me, though, son of Mnesarchus, how you became a cock instead of a man and a Tanagriote instead of a Samian. This story is not plausible nor quite easy to believe, for I think Ihave observed two things in you that are quite foreign to Pythagoras.
Μίκυλλος: τοῦτʼ αὖ μακρῷ ἐκείνου τερατωδέστερον, ἀλεκτρυὼν φιλόσοφος. εἰπὲ δὲ ὅμως, ὦ Μνησάρχου παῖ, ὅπως ἡμῖν ἀντὶ μὲν ἀνθρώπου ὄρνις, ἀντὶ δὲ Σαμίου Ταναγραῖος ἀναπέφηνας· οὐ πιθανὰ γὰρ ταῦτα οὐδὲ πάνυ πιστεῦσαι ῥᾴδια, ἐπεὶ καὶ δύʼ ἤδη μοι τετηρηκέναι δοκῶ πάνυ ἀλλότρια ἐν σοὶ τοῦ Πυθαγόρου.
COCK: What are they?
Ἀλεκτρυών: τὰ ποῖα;
MICYLLUS: One thing is that you are very noisy and loudvoiced, whereas he recommended silence for five whole years, I believe. The other is actually quite illegal; I came home yesterday, as you know, with nothing but beans to throw you, and you picked them up without even hesitating. So it must be either that you have told a lie and are someone else, or, if you are Pythagoras, you have broken the law and committed as great an impiety in eating beans as if you had eaten your father’s head.
Μίκυλλος: ἓν μὲν ὅτι λάλος εἶ καὶ κρακτικός, ὁ δὲ σιωπᾶν ἐς πέντε ὅλα ἔτη, οἶμαι, παρῄνει, ἕτερον δὲ καὶ παντελῶς παράνομον· οὐ γὰρ ἔχων ὅ τι σοι παραβάλοιμι εἰ μὴ κυάμους χθὲς ἧκον ὡς οἶσθα, καὶ σὺ οὐδὲ μελλήσας ἀνέλεξας αὐτούς· ὥστε ἢ ἐψεῦσθαί σοι ἀνάγκη καὶ ἄλλῳ εἶναι ἢ Πυθαγόρᾳ ὄντι παρανενομηκέναι καὶ τὸ ἴσον ἠσεβηκέναι κυάμους φαγόντα ὡς ἂν εἰ τὴν κεφαλὴν τοῦ πατρὸς ἐδηδόκεις.
5. COCK: Why, Micyllus, you don’t know what the reason for these rules is, and what is good for particular modes of existence. Formerly I did not eat beans because I was a philosopher, but now I can eat them because they are fit food for a bird and are not forbidden to us. But listen if you like, and I'll tell you how from Pythagoras I became what I am, and what existences I formerly led, and what I profited by each change.
5. Ἀλεκτρυών: οὐ γὰρ οἶσθα, ὦ Μίκυλλε, ἥτις αἰτία τούτων οὐδὲ τὰ πρόσφορα ἑκάστῳ βίῳ. ἐγὼ δὲ τότε μὲν οὐκ ἤσθιον τῶν κυάμων, ἐφιλοσόφουν γάρ· νῦν δὲ φάγοιμʼ ἄν, ὀρνιθικὴ γὰρ καὶ οὐκ ἀπόρρητος ἡμῖν ἡ τροφή. πλὴν ἀλλʼ εἴ σοι φίλον, ἄκουε ὅπως ἐκ Πυθαγόρου τοῦτο νῦν εἰμι καὶ ἐν οἵοις βίοις πρότερον ἐβιότευσα καὶ ἅτινα τῆς μεταβολῆς ἑκάστης ἀπολέλαυκα.
MICYLLUS: Do tell me, for I should be more than delighted to hear it. Indeed, if anyone were to let me choose whether I preferred to hear you tell a story like that or to have once more that blissful dream I had a little while ago, I don’t know which would be my choice; for in my estimation what you say is close akin to the most delightful of visions, and I hold you both in equal esteem, you and my priceless dream.
Μίκυλλος: λέγοις ἄν· ὡς ἔμοιγε ὑπερήδιστον ἂν τὸ ἄκουσμα γένοιτο, ὥστε εἴ τις αἵρεσιν προθείη, πότερα μᾶλλον ἐθέλω σοῦ ἀκούειν τὰ τοιαῦτα διεξιόντος ἢ τὸν πανευδαίμονα ὄνειρον ἐκεῖνον αὖθις ὁρᾶν τὸν μικρὸν ἔμπροσθεν, οὐκ οἶδα ὁπότερον ἂν ἑλοίμην· οὕτως ἀδελφὰ ἡγοῦμαι τὰ σὰ τοῖς ἡδίστοις φανεῖσι καὶ ἐν ἴσῃ ὑμᾶς τιμῇ ἄγω, σέ τε καὶ τὸ πολυτίμητον ἐνύπνιον.
COCK: What, are you still brooding on that vision, whatever it was that came to you, and are you still cherishing idle delusions, hunting down in your memory a vain and (as they say in poetry) disembodied happiness?
Ἀλεκτρυών: ἔτι γὰρ σὺ ἀναπεμπάζῃ τὸν ὄνειρον ὅστις ποτὲ ὁ φανείς σοι ἦν καί τινα ἰνδάλματα μάταια διαφυλάττεις, κενὴν καὶ ὡς ὁ ποιητικὸς λόγος φησὶν ἀμενηνήν τινα εὐδαιμονίαν τῇ μνήμῃ μεταδιώκων;
6. MICYLLUS: Why, I shall never forget that vision, cock, you may be sure. The dream left so much honied sweetness in my eyes when it went away that I can hardly open my lids, for it drags them down in sleep again. In fact, what I saw gave me as pleasant a titillation as a feather twiddled in one’s ear.
6. Μίκυλλος: ἀλλʼ οὐδʼ ἐπιλήσομαί ποτε, ὦ ἀλεκτρυών, εὖ ἴσθι, τῆς ὄψεως ἐκείνης· οὕτω μοι πολὺ τὸ μέλι ἐν τοῖς ὀφθαλμοῖς ὁ ὄνειρος καταλιπὼν ᾤχετο, ὡς μόγις ἀνοίγειν τὰ βλέφαρα ὑπʼ αὐτοῦ εἰς ὕπνον αὖθις κατασπώμενα. οἷον γοῦν ἐν τοῖς ὠσὶ τὰ πτερὰ ἐργάζεται στρεφόμενα, τοιοῦτον γάργαλον παρείχετό μοι τὰ ὁρώμενα.
COCK: Heracles! By what you say, Master Dream is an adept indeed. Rumour says that he has wings and can fly to the limit set by sleep, but now he “jumps over the pit” and lingers in eyes that are open, presenting himself in a form so honey-sweet and palpable. At all events I should be glad to hear what he is like, since you hold him so very dear.
Ἀλεκτρυών: Ἡράκλεις, δεινόν τινα φὴς τὸν ὄνειρον, εἴ γε πτηνὸς ὤν, ὥς φασιν, καὶ ὅρον ἔχων τῆς πτήσεως τὸν ὕπνον ὑπὲρ τὰ ἐσκαμμένα ἤδη πηδᾷ καὶ ἐνδιατρίβει ἀνεῳγόσι τοῖς ὀφθαλμοῖς μελιχρὸς οὕτως καὶ ἐναργὴς φαινόμενος· ἐθέλω γοῦν ἀκοῦσαι οἷός τίς ἐστιν οὕτω σοι τριπόθητος ὤν.
MICYLLUS: I am ready to tell; in fact, it will be delightful to think and talk about it. But when are you going to tell me about your transmigrations, Pythagoras?
Μίκυλλος: ἕτοιμος λέγειν· ἡδὺ γοῦν τὸ μεμνῆσθαι καὶ διεξιέναι τι περὶ αὐτοῦ. σὺ δὲ πηνίκα, ὦ Πυθαγόρα, διηγήσῃ τὰ περὶ τῶν μεταβολῶν;
COCK: When you stop dreaming, Micyllus, and rub the honey out of your eyes. At present, you speak first, so that I may find out whether it was through the gates of ivory or the gates of horn that the dream winged its way to you.
Ἀλεκτρυών: ἐπειδὰν σύ, ὦ Μίκυλλε, παύσῃ ὀνειρώττων καὶ ἀποψήσῃ ἀπὸ τῶν βλεφάρων τὸ μέλι· νῦν δὲ πρότερος εἰπέ, ὡς μάθω εἴτε διὰ τῶν ἐλεφαντίνων πυλῶν εἴτε διὰ τῶν κερατίνων σοι ὁ ὄνειρος ἧκε πετόμενος.
MICYLLUS: Not through either of them, Pythagoras.
Μίκυλλος: οὐδὲ διʼ ἑτέρας τούτων, ὦ Πυθαγόρα.
COCK: Well, Homer mentions only those two.
Ἀλεκτρυών: καὶ μὴν Ὅμηρος δύο ταύτας μόνας λέγει.
MICYLLUS: Let that silly poet go hang! He knows nothing about dreams. Perhaps the beggarly dreams go out through those gates, dreams like those he used to see; and he couldn’t see them very plainly at that, for he was blind! But my darling dream came through gates of gold, and it was gold itself and all dressed in gold and brought heaps of gold with it.
Μίκυλλος: ἔα χαίρειν τὸν λῆρον ἐκεῖνον ποιητὴν οὐδὲν εἰδότα ὀνείρων πέρι. οἱ πένητες ἴσως ὄνειροι διὰ τῶν τοιούτων ἐξίασιν, οἵους ἐκεῖνος ἑώρα οὐδὲ πάνυ σαφῶς τυφλὸς αὐτὸς ὤν, ἐμοὶ δὲ διὰ χρυσῶν τινων πυλῶν ὁ ἥδιστος ἀφίκετο, χρυσοῦς καὶ αὐτὸς καὶ χρυσᾶ πάντα περιβεβλημένος καὶ πολὺ ἐπαγόμενος χρυσίον.
COCK: Stop babbling of gold, most noble Midas. Really your dream was just like Midas’ prayer, and you appear to me to have slept yourself into whole goldmines.
Ἀλεκτρυών: παῦε, ὦ Μίδα βέλτιστε, χρυσολογῶν· ἀτεχνῶς γὰρ ἐκ τῆς ἐκείνου σοι εὐχῆς τὸ ἐνύπνιον καὶ μέταλλα ὅλα χρύσεια κεκοιμῆσθαί μοι δοκεῖς.
7. MICYLLUS: I saw a lot of gold, Pythagoras, a lot; you can’t think how beautiful it was, and with what brilliancy it shone. What is it that Pindar says in praising it? Remind me, if you know. It is where he says water is best and then extols gold (and well he may), right in the beginning of the most beautiful of all his odes.
7. Μίκυλλος: πολύ, ὦ Πυθαγόρα, χρυσίον εἶδον, πολύ, πῶς οἴει καλὸν ἢ οἵαν τὴν αὐγὴν ἀπαστράπτον; τί ποτε ὁ Πίνδαρός φησι περὶ αὐτοῦ ἐπαινῶν — ἀνάμνησον γάρ με, εἴπερ οἶσθα — ὁπότε ὕδωρ ἄριστον εἰπὼν εἶτα τὸ χρυσίον θαυμάζει, εὖ ποιῶν, ἐν ἀρχῇ εὐθὺς τοῦ καλλίστου τῶν ᾀσμάτων ἁπάντων;
COCK: Is this what you are after?Water is best, but goldLike blazing fire at nightStands out amid proud riches.
Ἀλεκτρυών: μῶν ἐκεῖνο ζητεῖς,ἄριστον μὲν ὕδωρ, ὁ δὲ χρυσὸς αἰθόμενον πῦρἅτε διαπρέπει νυκτὶ μεγάνορος ἔξοχα πλούτου;
MICYLLUS: That is it, by Heaven! Pindar praises gold as though he had seen my dream. But listen, so that you may know what it was like, wisest of cocks. I did not eat at home, yesterday, as you know; for Eucrates, the rich man met me in the public square and told me to take a bath and then come to dinner at the proper hour.
Μίκυλλος: νὴ Δία αὐτὸ τοῦτο· ὥσπερ γὰρ τοὐμὸν ἐνύπνιον ἰδὼν ὁ Πίνδαρος οὕτως ἐπαινεῖ τὸ χρυσίον. ὡς δὲ ἤδη μάθῃς οἷόν τι ἦν, ἄκουσον, ὦ σοφώτατε ἀλεκτρυών. ὅτι μὲν οὐκ οἰκόσιτος ἦν χθές, οἶσθα· Εὐκράτης γάρ με ὁ πλούσιος ἐντυχὼν ἐν ἀγορᾷ λουσάμενον ἥκειν ἐκέλευε τὴν ὥραν ἐπὶ τὸ δεῖπνον.
8. COCK: I know that very well; I went hungry all day until finally, late in the evening, you came back rather tight, bringing me those five beans, not a very bounteous repast for a cock who was once an athlete and made a fair showing at the Olympic games.
8. Ἀλεκτρυών: οἶδα πάνυ τοῦτο πεινήσας παρʼ ὅλην τὴν ἡμέραν, ἄχρι μοι βαθείας ἤδη ἑσπέρας ἧκες ὑποβεβρεγμένος τοὺς πέντε κυάμους ἐκείνους κομίζων, οὐ πάνυ δαψιλὲς τὸ δεῖπνον ἀλεκτρυόνι ἀθλητῇ ποτε γενομένῳ καὶ Ὀλύμπια οὐκ ἀφανῶς ἀγωνισαμένῳ.
MICYLLUS: When I came home after dinner, I went to sleep as soon as I had thrown you the beans, and then “through the ambrosial night,” as Homer puts it, a truly divine dream came to me and...COCK: First tell me what happened at Eucrates’, Micyllus, how the dinner was and all about the drinkingparty afterwards. For there is nothing to hinder you from dining all over again by making up adream so to speak, about that dinner and chewing the cud of your food in fancy.
Μίκυλλος: ἐπεὶ δὲ δειπνήσας ἐπανῆλθον, ἐκάθευδον εὐθὺς τοὺς κυάμους σοι παραβαλών, εἶτά μοι κατὰ τὸν Ὅμηρον ἀμβροσίην διὰ νύκτα θεῖὸς τις ὡς ἀληθῶς ὄνειρος ἐπιστὰς … Ἀλεκτρυών: τὰ παρὰ τῷ Εὐκράτει πρότερον, ὦ Μίκυλλε, διήγησαι, καὶ τὸ δεῖπνον οἷον ἐγένετο καὶ τὰ ἐν τῷ συμποσίῳ πάντα· κωλύει γὰρ οὐδὲν αὖθίς σε δειπνεῖν ὥσπερ ὄνειρόν τινα τοῦ δείπνου ἐκείνου ἀναπλάττοντα καὶ ἀναμαρυκώμενον τῇ μνήμῃ τὰ βεβρωμένα.
9. MICYLLUS: I thought I should bore you by telling all that, but since you want it, here goes. I never before dined with a rich man in all my life, Pythagoras, but by a stroke of luck I met Eucrates yesterday; after giving him “Good-day, master,” as usual, I was for going away again, so as not to shame him by joining his company in my beggarly cloak. But: “Micyllus,” said he, “I am giving a birthday party for my daughter to-day, and have invited a great many of my friends: but as one of them is ill, they say, and can’t dine with us, you must take a bath and come in his place, unless, to be sure, the man I invited says that he will come himself, for just now his coming is doubtful.” On hearing this I made obeisance to him and went away, praying to all the gods to send an attack of ague or pleurisy or gout to the invalid whose substitute and diner-out and heir I had been invited to become. I thought it an interminable age until my bath, and kept looking all the while to see how long the shadow was and when it would at last be time to bathe. When the time finally came, I scrubbed myself with all speed and went off very well dressed, as I had turned my cloak inside out so that the garment might’ show the cleaner side.
9. Μίκυλλος: ὤιμην ἐνοχλήσειν καὶ ταῦτα διηγούμενος· ἐπεὶ δὲ σὺ προθυμῇ, καὶ δὴ λέγω. οὐ πρότερον, ὦ Πυθαγόρα, παρὰ πλουσίῳ τινὶ δειπνήσας ἐν ἅπαντι τῷ βίῳ, τύχῃ τινὶ ἀγαθῇ ἐντυγχάνω χθὲς τῷ Εὐκράτει, καὶ ἐγὼ μὲν προσειπὼν αὐτὸν ὥσπερ εἰώθειν δεσπότην ἀπηλλαττόμην, ὡς μὴ καταισχύναιμι αὐτὸν ἐν πενιχρῷ τῷ τρίβωνι συμπαρομαρτῶν, ὁ δέ, Μίκυλλε, φησί, θυγατρὸς τήμερον ἑστιῶ γενέθλια καὶ παρεκάλεσα τῶν φίλων μάλα πολλούς· ἐπεὶ δέ τινά φασιν αὐτῶν μαλακῶς ἔχοντα οὐχ οἷόν τε εἶναι συνδειπνεῖν μεθʼ ἡμῶν, σὺ ἀντʼ ἐκείνου ἧκε λουσάμενος, ἢν μὴ ὅ γε κληθεὶς αὐτὸς εἴπῃ ἀφίξεσθαι, ὡς νῦν γε ἀμφίβολός ἐστιν. τοῦτο ἀκούσας ἐγὼ προσκυνήσας ἀπῄειν εὐχόμενος ἅπασι θεοῖς ἠπίαλόν τινα ἢ πλευρῖτιν ἢ ποδάγραν ἐπιπέμψαι τῷ μαλακιζομένῳ ἐκείνῳ οὗ ἔφεδρος ἐγὼ καὶ ἀντίδειπνος καὶ διάδοχος ἐκεκλήμην· καὶ τὸ ἄχρι τοῦ λουτροῦ αἰῶνα μήκιστον ἐτιθέμην, συνεχὲς ἐπισκοπῶν ὁποσάπουν τὸ στοιχεῖον εἴη καὶ πηνίκα ἤδη λοῦσθαι δέοι. κἀπειδή ποτε ὁ καιρὸς ἀφίκετο, πρὸς τάχος ἐμαυτὸν ἀπορρύψας ἄπειμι κοσμίως μάλα ἐσχηματισμένος, ἀναστρέψας τὸ τριβώνιον ὡς ἐπὶ τοῦ καθαρωτέρου γένοιτο ἡ ἀναβολή·
10. MICYLLUS: I met at the door a number of people, and among them, carried on the shoulders of four bearers, the man whose place I was to have filled, who they said was ill; and in fact he was clearly ina bad way. At any rate he groaned and coughed and hawked in a hollow and Giencive way, and was all pale and flabby, a man of about sixty. He was said to be one of those philosophers who talk rubbish to the boys, and in fact. he had a regular goat’s beard, excessively long. And when Archibius, the doctor, took him to task for coming in that condition, “Duty,” he said, “must not be shirked, especially by a philosopher, though a thousand illnesses stand in his way; Eucrates would think he had been slighted by me.” “No indeed,” ‘said I, “He will commend you if you choose to die at home rather than to hawk and spit your life away at his party!” But the man’s pride was so great that he pretended not to have heard the sally. In a moment Eucrates joined us after his bath, and on seeing ‘Thesmopolis—for that was the philosopher’s name—he said: “Professor, it was very good of you to come to us, but you would not have fared any the worse if you had stayed away, for everything from first to last would have been sent you.” With that he started to go in, conducting Thesmopolis, who was supported by the servants too.
10. Μίκυλλος: καταλαμβάνω τε πρὸς ταῖς θύραις ἄλλους τε πολλοὺς καὶ δὴ κἀκεῖνον φοράδην ὑπὸ τεττάρων κεκομισμένον, ᾧ με ὑποδειπνεῖν ἔδει, τὸν νοσεῖν λεγόμενον, καὶ ἐδήλου δὲ πονήρως ἔχων· ὑπέστενε γοῦν καὶ ὑπέβηττε καὶ ἐχρέμπτετο μύχιόν τι καὶ δυσπρόσοδον, ὠχρὸς ὅλος ὢν καὶ διῳδηκώς, ἀμφὶ τὰ ἑξήκοντα ἔτη σχεδόν· ἐλέγετο δὲ φιλόσοφός τις εἶναι τῶν πρὸς τὰ μειράκια φλυαρούντων. ὁ γοῦν πώγων μάλα τραγικὸς ἦν ἐς ὑπερβολὴν κουριῶν. καὶ αἰτιωμένου γε Ἀρχιβίου τοῦ ἰατροῦ διότι οὕτως ἔχων ἀφίκετο, τὰ καθήκοντα, ἔφη, οὐ χρὴ προδιδόναι, καὶ ταῦτα φιλόσοφον ἄνδρα, κἂν μυρίαι νόσοι ἐμποδὼν ἱστῶνται· ἡγήσεται γὰρ Εὐκράτης ὑπερεωρᾶσθαι πρὸς ἡμῶν. οὐ μὲν οὖν, εἶπον ἐγώ, ἀλλʼ ἐπαινέσεταί σε, ἢν οἴκοι παρὰ σαυτῷ μᾶλλον ἀποθανεῖν ἐθέλῃς ἤπερ ἐν τῷ συμποσίῳ, συναναχρεμψάμενος τὴν ψυχὴν μετὰ τοῦ φλέγματος ἐκεῖνος μὲν οὖν ὑπὸ μεγαλοφροσύνης οὐ προσεποιεῖτο ἀκηκοέναι τοῦ σκώμματος· ἐφίσταται δὲ μετὰ μικρὸν ὁ Εὐκράτης λελουμένος καὶ ἰδὼν τὸν Θεσμόπολιν — τοῦτο γὰρ ὁ φιλόσοφος ἐκαλεῖτο — διδάσκαλε, φησίν, εὖ μὲν ἐποίησας αὐτὸς ἥκων παρʼ ἡμᾶς, οὐ μεῖον δʼ ἄν τί σοι ἐγένετο, καὶ ἀπόντι γὰρ ἅπαντα ἑξῆς ἀπέσταλτο ἄν· καὶ ἅμα λέγων εἰσῄει χειραγωγῶν τὸν Θεσμόπολιν ἐπερειδόμενον καὶ τοῖς οἰκέταις.
11. MICYLLUS: I was getting ready to go away, but he turned my way and hesitated a good while, and then, as he saw that I was very: downeast, said: “You come in too, Micyllus, and dine with us. Tl make my son eat with his mother in the women’s quarters so that you may have room.” I went in, therefore, after coming within an ace of licking my lips for nothing, like the wolf; I was ashamed, however, because I seemed to have driven Eucrates’ boy out of the dining-room. When it was time to go to the table, first of all they picked Thesmopolis up and put him in place, not without some difficulty, though there were five stout lads, I think, to do it; and they stuffed eushions all round about him so that he could maintain his position and hold out for a long time. Then, as nobody else could endure to lie near him, they took me and put me in the place below him, making us neighbours at table. Then, Pythagoras, we began eating a dinner of many courses and great variety, served on gold and silver plate in profusion, and there were goblets of gold and handsome waiters and musicians and clowns withal. In short, we were delightfully entertained, except for one thing that annoyed me beyond measure: Thesmopolis kept bothering me and talking to me about virtue, whatever that may be, and teaching me that two negatives make an affirmative, and that if it is day it is not night; and sometimes he actually said that I had horns. By philosophizing with me incessantly after that fashion when I had no mind for it, he spoiled and diminished my pleasure, not allowing me to hear the performers who were playing and singing. Well, there you have your dinner, cock.
11. Μίκυλλος: ἐγὼ μὲν οὖν ἀπιέναι παρεσκευαζόμην, ὁ δὲ ἐπιστραφεὶς καὶ ἐπὶ πολὺ ἐνδοιάσας, ἐπεί με πάνυ σκυθρωπὸν εἶδε, πάριθι, ἔφη, καὶ σύ, ὦ Μίκυλλε, καὶ συνδείπνει μεθʼ ἡμῶν· τὸν υἱὸν γὰρ ἐγὼ κελεύσω ἐν τῇ γυναικωνίτιδι μετὰ τῆς μητρὸς ἑστιᾶσθαι, ὡς σὺ χώραν ἔχῃς. εἰσῄειν οὖν μάτην λύκος χανὼν παρὰ μικρόν, αἰσχυνόμενος ὅτι ἐδόκουν ἐξεληλακέναι τοῦ συμποσίου τὸ παιδίον τοῦ Εὐκράτους. κἀπειδὴ κατακλίνεσθαι καιρὸς ἦν, πρῶτον μὲν ἀράμενοι ἀνέθεσαν τὸν Θεσμόπολιν οὐκ ἀπραγμόνως μὰ Δία πέντε οἶμαι νεανίσκοι εὐμεγέθεις, ὑπαυχένια περιβύσαντες αὐτῷ πάντοθεν, ὡς διαμένοι ἐν τῷ σχήματι καὶ ἐπὶ πολὺ καρτερεῖν δύναιτο. εἶτα μηδενὸς ἀνεχομένου πλησίον κατακεῖσθαι αὐτοῦ ἐμὲ ὑποκατακλίνουσι φέροντες, ὡς ὁμοτράπεζοι εἴημεν. τοὐντεῦθεν ἐδειπνοῦμεν, ὦ Πυθαγόρα, πολύοψόν τι καὶ ποικίλον δεῖπνον ἐπὶ χρυσοῦ πολλοῦ καὶ ἀργύρου· καὶ ἐκπώματα ἦν χρυσᾶ καὶ διάκονοι ὡραῖοι καὶ μουσουργοὶ καὶ γελωτοποιοὶ μεταξύ, καὶ ὅλως ἡδίστη τις ἦν ἡ διατριβή, πλὴν ἀλλʼ ἕν με ἐλύπει οὐ μετρίως, ὁ Θεσμόπολις ἐνοχλῶν καὶ ἀρετήν τινα πρός με διεξιὼν καὶ διδάσκων ὡς αἱ δύο ἀποφάσεις μίαν κατάφασιν ἀποτελοῦσι καὶ ὡς εἰ ἡμέρα ἐστί, νὺξ οὐκ ἔστιν, ἐνίοτε δὲ καὶ κέρατα ἔφασκεν εἶναί μοι· καὶ τοιαῦτα πολλὰ οὐδὲν δεομένῳ προσφιλοσοφῶν συνῄρει καὶ ὑπετέμνετο τὴν εὐφροσύνην, οὐκ ἐῶν ἀκούειν τῶν κιθαριζόντων ἢ ᾀδόντων. τοῦτο μέν σοι, ὦ ἀλεκτρυών, τὸ δεῖπνον.
COCK: It was not of the pleasantest, Micyllus, as your lot was cast with that silly old man.
Ἀλεκτρυών: οὐχ ἥδιστον, ὦ Μίκυλλε, καὶ μάλιστα ἐπεὶ συνεκληρώθης τῷ λήρῳ ἐκείνῳ γέροντι.
12. MICYLLUS: Now listen to my dream. I thought that Eucrates himself had somehow become childless and lay dying, and that, after sending for me and making a will in which I was heir to everything, he lingered a while and then died. On entering into possession of the property, I dipped up the gold and the silver in great bowlfuls, for there was an ever-flowing, copious stream of it; and all the rest, too—the ‘clothing and tables and cups and waiters—all was mine, ot course. Then I drove out behind a pair of white horses, holding my head high, the admiration and the envy of all beholders; many ran before me and rode beside me, and still more followed after me, and I with his clothing on and my fingers covered with heavy rings, fully sixteen of them, was giving orders for a splendid feast to be prepared for the entertainment of my friends. In a moment they were there, as is natural in a dream, and the dinner was being served, and the drinking-bout was under way. While I was thus engaged and was drinking healths with each person there out of golden cups, just as the dessert was being brought in you lifted up your voice unseasonably, and disturbed our party, upset the tables and caused that wealth of mine to be scattered to the winds. Now do you think I was unreasonable in getting angry at you, when I should have been glad to see the dream last for three nights?
12. Μίκυλλος: ἄκουε δὲ ἤδη καὶ τὸ ἐνύπνιον· ᾤμην γὰρ τὸν Εὐκράτην αὐτὸν ἄπαιδα ὄντα οὐκ οἶδʼ ὅπως ἀποθνήσκειν, εἶτα προσκαλέσαντά με καὶ διαθήκας θέμενον ἐν αἷς ὁ κληρονόμος ἦν ἁπάντων ἐγώ, μικρὸν ἐπισχόντα ἀποθανεῖν· ἐμαυτὸν δὲ παρελθόντα ἐς τὴν οὐσίαν τὸ μὲν χρυσίον καὶ τὸ ἀργύριον ἐξαντλεῖν σκάφαις τισὶ μεγάλαις ἀέναόν τε καὶ πολὺ ἐπιρρέον, τὰ δʼ ἄλλα, τὴν ἐσθῆτα καὶ τραπέζας καὶ ἐκπώματα καὶ διακόνους, πάντα ἐμὰ ὡς τὸ εἰκὸς εἶναι. εἶτα ἐξήλαυνον ἐπὶ λευκοῦ ζεύγους, ἐξυπτιάζων, περίβλεπτος ἅπασι τοῖς ὁρῶσι καὶ ἐπίφθονος. καὶ προέθεον πολλοὶ καὶ παρίππευον καὶ εἵποντο πλείους. ἐγὼ δὲ τὴν ἐσθῆτα τὴν ἐκείνου ἔχων καὶ δακτυλίους βαρεῖς ὅσον ἑκκαίδεκα ἐξημμένος τῶν δακτύλων ἐκέλευον ἑστίασίν τινα λαμπρὰν εὐτρεπισθῆναι ἐς ὑποδοχὴν τῶν φίλων· οἱ δέ, ὡς ἐν ὀνείρῳ εἰκός, ἤδη παρῆσαν καὶ τὸ δεῖπνον εἰσεκομίζετο καὶ ὁ πότος συνεκροτεῖτο. ἐν τούτῳ ὄντα με καὶ φιλοτησίας προπίνοντα ἐν χρυσαῖς φιάλαις ἑκάστῳ τῶν παρόντων, ἤδη τοῦ πλακοῦντος ἐσκομιζομένου ἀναβοήσας ἀκαίρως συνετάραξας μὲν ἡμῖν τὸ συμπόσιον, ἀνέτρεψας δὲ τὰς τραπέζας, τὸν δὲ πλοῦτον ἐκεῖνον ὑπηνέμιον φέρεσθαι παρεσκεύασας. ἆρά σοι ἀλόγως ἀγανακτῆσαι κατὰ σοῦ δοκῶ; ὡς τριέσπερον ἂν ἡδέως ἐπεῖδον τὸν ὄνειρόν μοι γενόμενον.
13. COCK: Are you such a lover of gold and of riches, Micyllus, and is owning quantities of gold the only thing in the world that you admire and consider blissful?
13. Ἀλεκτρυών: οὕτω φιλόχρυσος εἶ καὶ φιλόπλουτος, ὦ Μίκυλλε, καὶ μόνον τοῦτο ἐξ ἅπαντος θαυμάζεις καὶ ἡγῇ εὔδαιμον εἶναι, πολὺ κεκτῆσθαι χρυσίον;
MICYLLUS: I am not the only ‘one to do so, Pythagoras: you yourself, when you were Euphorbus, sallied forth to fight the Achaeans with your curls tricked out in gold and silver, and even in war, where it would have been better to wear iron, you thought fit to face danger with your hair caught up with gold. No doubt Homer said that your hair was “like the Graces” because “it was snooded with gold and with silver”; for it looked far finer and lovelier, of course, when it was interwoven with gold and shone in unison with it. And yet as far as you are concerned, Goldenhair, it is of little moment that you, the son of a Panthous, honoured gold, but what of the father of gods and of men, the son of Cronus and Rhea? When he was in love with that slip ofa girl in Argos, not having anything more attractive to change himself into nor any other means of corrupting the sentries of Acrisius, he turned into gold, as you, of course, have heard, and came down through the roof to visit his beloved. Then what is the use of my telling you the rest of it—how many uses gold has, and how, when people have it, it renders them handsome and wise and strong, lending them honour and esteem, and not infrequently it makes inconspicuous and contemptible people admired and renowned in a short time?
Μίκυλλος: οὐκ ἐγὼ μόνος, ὦ Πυθαγόρα, τοῦτο, ἀλλὰ καὶ σὺ αὐτός, ὁπότε Εὔφορβος ἦσθα, χρυσὸν καὶ ἄργυρον ἐξημμένος τῶν βοστρύχων ᾔεις πολεμήσων τοῖς Ἀχαιοῖς, καὶ ἐν τῷ πολέμῳ, ἔνθα σιδηροφορεῖν ἄμεινον ἦν, σὺ δὲ καὶ τότε ἠξίους χρυσῷ ἀναδεδεμένος τοὺς πλοκάμους διακινδυνεύσειν. καί μοι δοκεῖ ὁ Ὅμηρος διὰ τοῦτο Χαρίτεσσιν ὁμοίας εἰπεῖν σου τὰς κόμας, ὅτι χρυσῷ τε καὶ ἀργύρῳ ἐσφήκωντο. μακρῷ γὰρ ἀμείνους δηλαδὴ καὶ ἐρασμιώτεραι ἐφαίνοντο συναναπεπλεγμέναι τῷ χρυσίῳ καὶ συναπολάμπουσαι μετʼ αὐτοῦ. καίτοι τὰ μὲν σά, ὦ χρυσοκόμη, μέτρια, εἰ Πάνθου υἱὸς ὢν ἐτίμας τὸ χρυσίον· ὁ δὲ πάντων θεῶν πατὴρ καὶ ἄνδρων, ὁ Κρόνου καὶ Ῥέας, ὁπότε ἠράσθη τῆς Ἀργολικῆς ἐκείνης μείρακος, οὐκ ἔχων εἰς ὅ τι ἐρασμιώτερον αὑτὸν μεταβάλοι οὐδὲ ὅπως ἂν διαφθείρειε τοῦ Ἀκρισίου τὴν φρουράν — ἀκούεις δήπου ὡς χρυσίον ἐγένετο καὶ ῥυεὶς διὰ τοῦ τέγους συνῆν τῇ ἀγαπωμένῃ. ὥστε τί ἄν σοι τὸ ἐπὶ τούτῳ ἔτι λέγοιμι, ὅσας μὲν χρείας παρέχεται ὁ χρυσός, ὡς δὲ οἷς ἂν παρῇ, καλούς τε αὐτοὺς καὶ σοφοὺς καὶ ἰσχυροὺς ἀπεργάζεται τιμὴν καὶ δόξαν προσάπτων, καὶ ἐξ ἀφανῶν καὶ ἀδόξων ἐνίοτε περιβλέπτους καὶ ἀοιδίμους ἐν βραχεῖ τίθησι;
14. MICYLLUS: For instance, you know my neighbour, of the same trade, Simon, who dined with me not long ago when I boiled the soup for Cronus-day and put in two slices of sausage?
14. Μίκυλλος: τὸν γείτονα γοῦν μοι τὸν ὁμότεχνον οἶσθα τὸν Σίμωνα, οὐ πρὸ πολλοῦ δειπνήσαντα παρʼ ἐμοί, ὅτε τὸ ἔτνος ἥψουν τοῖς Κρονίοις δύο τόμους τοῦ ἀλλᾶντος ἐμβαλών.
COCK: Yes, I know him; the snub-nosed, short fellow who filched the earthen bowl and went away with it under his arm after dinner, the only bowl we had— I myself saw him, Micyllus.
Ἀλεκτρυών: οἶδα· τὸν σιμόν, τὸν βραχύν, ὃς τὸ κεραμεοῦν τρύβλιον ὑφελόμενος ᾤχετο ὑπὸ μάλης ἔχων μετὰ τὸ δεῖπνον, ὃ μόνον ἡμῖν ὑπῆρχεν· εἶδον γὰρ αὐτός, ὦ Μίκυλλε.
MICYLLUS: So it was he that stole it and then swore by so many gods that he did not? But why didn’t you cry out and tell on him then, cock, when you saw us being plundered?
Μίκυλλος: οὐκοῦν ἐκεῖνος αὐτὸ κλέψας εἶτα ἀπωμόσατο θεοὺς τοσούτους; ἀλλὰ τί οὐκ ἐβόας καὶ ἐμήνυες τότε, ὦ ἀλεκτρυών, ληϊζομένους ἡμᾶς ὁρῶν;
COCK: I crowed, and that was all that I could do at the time. But what about Simon? You seemed to be going to say something about him.
Ἀλεκτρυών: ἐκόκκυζον, ὃ μόνον μοι τότε δυνατὸν ἦν. τί δʼ οὖν ὁ Σίμων; ἐῴκεις γάρ τι περὶ αὐτοῦ ἐρεῖν.
MICYLLUS: He had a cousin who was enormously rich, named Drimylus. This fellow while he was alive never gave apenny to Simon—why should he, when he himself did not touch his money? But since his death the other day all his property is Simon’s by law, and now he, the man with the dirty rags, the man that used to lick the pot, takes the air pleasantly, dressed in fine woollens and royal purple, the owner of servants and carriages and golden cups and_ ivory-legged tables, receiving homage from everybody and no longer even giving a glance at me. Recently, for example, I saw him coming toward me and said, “Good-day, Simon’; but he replicd: “Tell that pauper not to abbreviate my name; it is not Simon but Simonides.” 1 What is more, the women are actually in love with him now, and he flirts with them and slights them, and when he receives some and is gracious to them the others threaten to hang themselves on account of his neglect. You see, don’t you, what blessings gold is able to bestow, when it transforms ugly people and renders them lovely, like the girdle in poetry? And you have heard the poets say: “O gold, thou choicest treasure,” andTis gold that over mortal men doth rule.But why did you interrupt me by laughing, cock?
Μίκυλλος: ἀνεψιὸς ἦν αὐτῷ πλούσιος ἐς ὑπερβολήν, Δριμύλος τοὔνομα. οὗτος ζῶν μὲν οὐδὲ ὀβολὸν ἔδωκε τῷ Σίμωνι — πῶς γάρ, ὃς οὐδὲ αὐτὸς ἥπτετο τῶν χρημάτων; ἐπεὶ δὲ ἀπέθανε πρῴην, ἅπαντα ἐκεῖνα κατὰ τοὺς νόμους Σίμωνός ἐστι, καὶ νῦν ἐκεῖνος ὁ τὰ ῥάκια τὰ πιναρά, ὁ τὸ τρύβλιον περιλείχων, ἄσμενος ἐξελαύνει ἁλουργῆ καὶ ὑσγινοβαφῆ ἀμπεχόμενος, οἰκέτας καὶ ζεύγη καὶ χρυσᾶ ἐκπώματα καὶ ἐλεφαντόποδας τραπέζας ἔχων, ὑφʼ ἁπάντων προσκυνούμενος, οὐδὲ προσβλέπων ἔτι ἡμᾶς· ἔναγχος γοῦν ἐγὼ μὲν ἰδὼν προσιόντα, χαῖρε, ἔφην, ὦ Σίμων, ὁ δὲ ἀγανακτήσας, εἴπατε, ἔφη, τῷ πτωχῷ τούτῳ μὴ κατασμικρύνειν μου τοὔνομα· οὐ γὰρ Σίμων, ἀλλὰ Σιμωνίδης ὀνομάζομαι. τὸ δὲ μέγιστον, ἤδη καὶ ἐρῶσιν αὐτοῦ αἱ γυναῖκες, ὁ δὲ θρύπτεται πρὸς αὐτὰς καὶ ὑπερορᾷ καὶ τὰς μὲν προσίεται καὶ ἵλεώς ἐστιν, αἱ δὲ ἀπειλοῦσιν ἀναρτήσειν αὑτὰς ἀμελούμεναι. ὁρᾷς ὅσων ἀγαθῶν ὁ χρυσὸς αἴτιος, εἴ γε καὶ μεταποιεῖ τοὺς ἀμορφοτέρους καὶ ἐρασμίους ἀπεργάζεται ὥσπερ ὁ ποιητικὸς ἐκεῖνος κεστός. ἀκούεις δὲ καὶ τῶν ποιητῶν λεγόντων·ὦ χρυσέ, δεξίωμα κάλλιστονκαὶ χρυσὸς γάρ ἐστιν ὃς βροτῶν ἔχει κράτη. ἀλλὰ τί μεταξὺ ἐγέλασας, ὦ ἀλεκτρυών;
15. COCK: Because in your ignorance, Micyllus, you have gone just as far astray as most people in regard to the rich. Take my word for it, they live a much more wretched life than we. I who talk to you have been both poor and rich repeatedly, and have tested every kind of life: after a little you shall hear about it all.
15. Ἀλεκτρυών: ὅτι ὑπʼ ἀγνοίας, ὦ Μίκυλλε, καὶ σὺ τὰ ὅμοια τοῖς πολλοῖς ἐξηπάτησαι περὶ τῶν πλουσίων· οἱ δʼ εὖ ἴσθι πολὺ ὑμῶν ἀθλιώτερον τὸν βίον βιοῦσι· λέγω δέ σοι καὶ πένης καὶ πλούσιος πολλάκις γενόμενος καὶ ἅπαντος βίου πεπειραμένος· μετὰ μικρὸν δὲ καὶ αὐτὸς εἴσῃ ἕκαστα.
MICYLLUS: Yes, by Heaven, it is high time now for you to talk and tell me how you got transformed and what you know of each existence.
Μίκυλλος: νὴ Δία, καιρὸς γοῦν ἤδη καὶ σὲ εἰπεῖν ὅπως ἠλλάγης καὶ ἃ σύνοισθα τῷ βίῳ ἑκάστῳ.
COCK: Listen; but first let me tell you thus much, that I have never seen anyone leading a happier life than you.
Ἀλεκτρυών: ἄκουε τοσοῦτόν γε προειδώς, μηδένα με σοῦ εὐδαιμονέστερον βιοῦντα ἑωρακέναι.
MICYLLUS: Than I, cock? I wish you no better luck yourself! You force me to curse you, you know. But begin with Euphorbus and tell me how you were transformed to Pythagoras, and then the rest of it till you get to the cock: for it is likely that you have seen many sights and had many adventures in your multifarious existences.
Μίκυλλος: ἐμοῦ, ὦ ἀλεκτρυών; οὕτω σοὶ γένοιτο· προάγῃ γάρ με λοιδορεῖσθαί σοι. ἀλλὰ εἰπὲ ἀπὸ Εὐφόρβου ἀρξάμενος ὅπως ἐς Πυθαγόραν μετεβλήθης, εἶτα ἑξῆς ἄχρι τοῦ ἀλεκτρυόνος· εἰκὸς γάρ σε ποικίλα καὶ ἰδεῖν καὶ παθεῖν ἐν πολυειδέσι τοῖς βίοις.
16. COCK: How my soul originally left Apollo, flew down to earth and entered into a human body and what sin it was condemned to expiate in that way would make a long story; besides, it is impious either for me to tell or for you to hear such things. But when I became Euphorbus...
16. Ἀλεκτρυών: ὡς μὲν ἐξ Ἀπόλλωνος τὸ πρῶτον ἡ ψυχή μοι καταπταμένη ἐς τὴν γῆν ἐνέδυ ἐς ἀνθρώπου σῶμα ἥντινα τὴν καταδίκην ἐκτελοῦσα, μακρὸν ἂν εἴη λέγειν, ἄλλως τε οὐδὲ ὅσιον οὔτε ἐμοὶ εἰπεῖν οὔτε σοὶ ἀκούειν τὰ τοιαῦτα. ἐπεὶ δὲ Εὔφορβος ἐγενόμην … Μίκυλλος: ἐγὼ δὲ πρό γε τούτου, ὦ θαυμάσιε, τίς ἦν; τοῦτό μοι πρότερον εἰπέ, εἰ κἀγώ ποτε ἠλλάγην ὥσπερ σύ.Ἀλεκτρυών: καὶ μάλα.
MICYLLUS: But I,—who was I formerly, wondrous creature? First tell me whether I too was ever transformed like you. Cock Yes, certainly.MICYLLUS: Then what was I? ‘Tell me if you can, for I want to know.
Μίκυλλος: τίς οὖν ἦν, εἴ τι ἔχεις εἰπεῖν; ἐθέλω γὰρ τοῦτο εἰδέναι.
COCK: You were an Indian ant, one of the gold-digging kind.
Ἀλεκτρυών: σύ; μύρμηξ Ἰνδικὸς τῶν τὸ χρυσίον ἀνορυττόντων.
MICYLLUS: Confound the luck! to think that I did not dare to lay in even a small supply of gold-dust before coming from that life to this! But what shall I be next, tell me? You probably know. If it is anything good, [ll climb up this minute and hang myself from the peg that you are standing on.
Μίκυλλος: εἶτα ὤκνουν ὁ κακοδαίμων κἂν ὀλίγα τῶν ψηγμάτων ἥκειν ἐς τόνδε τὸν βίον ἐξ ἐκείνου ἐπισιτισάμενος; ἀλλὰ καὶ τί μετὰ τοῦτο ἔσομαι, εἰπέ· εἰκὸς γὰρ εἰδέναι σε. εἰ γάρ τι ἀγαθὸν εἴη, ἀπάγξομαι ἤδη ἀναστὰς ἀπὸ τοῦ παττάλου ἐφʼ οὗ σὺ ἕστηκας.
17. COCK: You can’t by any possibility find that out. But when I became Euphorbus—for I am going back to that subject—I fought at Troy and was killed by Menelaus, and some time afterwards I entered into Pythagoras. In the meanwhile I stood about and waited without a house till Mnesarchus should build me one.
17. Ἀλεκτρυών: οὐκ ἂν μάθοις τοῦτο οὐδεμιᾷ μηχανῇ. πλὴν ἀλλὰ ἐπείπερ Εὔφορβος ἐγενόμην — ἐπάνειμι γὰρ ἐπʼ ἐκεῖνα — ἐμαχόμην ἐν Ἰλίῳ καὶ ἀποθανὼν ὑπὸ Μενελάου χρόνῳ ὕστερον ἐς Πυθαγόραν ἧκον. τέως δὲ περιέμενον ἄοικος ἑστώς, ἄχρι δὴ ὁ Μνήσαρχος ἐξεργάσηταί μοι τὸν οἶκον.