Clouds (1452-1504)

These evils have I suffered through you, O Clouds! Having intrusted all my affairs to you.

Nay, rather, you are yourself the cause of these things, having turned yourself to wicked courses.

Why, pray, did you not tell me this, then, but excited with hopes a rustic and aged man?

We always do this to him whom we perceive to be a lover of wicked courses,

until we precipitate him into misfortune, so that he may learn to fear the gods.

Ah me ! it is severe, O Clouds! But it is just; for I ought not to have withheld the money which I borrowed. Now, therefore, come with me, my dearest son,

that you may destroy the blackguard Chaerephon and Socrates, who deceived you and me.

I will not injure my teachers.

Yes, yes, reverence Paternal Jove.

Paternal Jove quoth’a! How antiquated you are! Why, is there any Jove?

There is.

There is not, no; for Vortex reigns having expelled Jupiter.

He has not expelled him; but I fancied this, on account of this Vortex here. Ah me, unhappy man! When I even took you who are of earthenware for a god.

Here rave and babble to yourself.

Ah me, what madness! How mad, then, I was when I ejected the gods on account of Socrates! But O dear Hermes, by no means be wroth with me, nor destroy me; but pardon me,

since I have gone crazy through prating. And become my adviser, whether I shall bring an action and prosecute them, or whatever you think. You advise me rightly, not permitting me to get up a lawsuit, but as soon as possible to set fire to the house

of the prating fellows. Come hither, come hither, Xanthias! Come forth with a ladder and with a mattock and then mount upon the thinking-shop and dig down the roof, if you love your master, until you tumble the house upon them.

But let some one bring me a lighted torch and I’ll make some of them this day suffer punishment, even if they be ever so much impostors.

(from within). Hollo! Hollo!

It is your business, O torch, to send forth abundant flame.

What are you doing, fellow?

What am I doing? Why, what else, than chopping logic with the beams of your house?

(from within). Ah me! Who is setting fire to our house?

The man whose cloak you have taken.

(from within). You will destroy us! You will destroy us!

For I also wish this very thing;

unless my mattock deceive my hopes, or I should somehow fall first and break my neck.

(from within). Hollo you! What are you doing, pray, you fellow on the roof?

I am walking on air, and speculating about the sun.

Ah me, unhappy! I shall be suffocated, wretched man!