Opening Peace — Aristophanes in Plato Scroll…
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Aristophanes · Anonymous (Athenian Society, 1912)
Quick, quick, bring the dung-beetle his cake. Coming, coming. Give it to him, and may it kill him! May he never eat a better. Now give him this other one kneaded up with ass’s dung. There! I’ve done that too. And where’s what you gave him just now; surely he can’t have devoured it yet! Indeed he has; he snatched it, rolled it between his feet and boiled it. Come, hurry up, knead up a lot and knead them stiffly. Oh, scavengers, help me in the name of the gods, if you do not wish to see me fall down choked. Come, come, another made of the stool of a young scapegrace catamite. ‘Twill be to the beetle’s taste; he likes it well ground. There! I am free at least from suspicion; none will accuse me of tasting what I mix. Faugh! come, now another! keep on mixing with all your might. I’ faith, no. I can stand this awful cesspool stench no longer, so I bring you the whole ill-smelling gear. Pitch …
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