Aristophanous Nephelai

Aristophanous Nephelai

by Aristophanes

Publisher
RareBooksClub.com
Pages
28
Language
English
Published
2010

Overview

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1852 edition. Excerpt: ...friends, the political ones to Callistratus, the domestic ones to Philonides, speaking, as he nays in the Wasps, like a ventriloquist, through the lips of others. Ono of these, it is uncertain which, brought out his first play, the Dartaleis, B.C. 427. This play contained a contest between the Old and New Schools, in the persons of two young men, Brothers Modest and Profligate. The latter was represented as a despiser of Homer, an upholder of all manner of legal quibbles, a partizan of Thrasymachus, (the sophist of the Republic of Plato,) and in all respects a complete rough sketch of the Unjust Logic of the play before us. Indeed if wo may judge from one fragment, Qcrov òrj fioi trKotoii n afiàv 'AXKaíov,ii-,i,,fmr«v. the resemblance appears to be carried out in the most minute particulars. She will recognise full surely, if she find, her brother's tress. And observe how pure her morals: who, to notice first her dress, Enters not with filthy symbols on her modest garments hung, Jeering bald-heads, dancing ballets, for the laughter of the young. In this play no wretched grey-beard with a staff his fellow pokes, So obscuring from the audience all the poorness of his jokes. No one rushes in with torches, no one groans, 'Oh, dear! Oh, dear!' Trusting in its genuine merits comes this play before you here. Yet, though such a hero-poet, I, the baldhead, do not grow Curling ringlets: neither do I twice or thrice my pieces shew. Always fresh ideas sparkle, always novel jests delight, Nothing like each other, save that all are most exceeding bright. I am he who floored the giant, Cleon, in his hour of pride, Yet, when down I scorned to strike him, and I left him where he died! May make our flesh to creep; for as the hand By tickling of...

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