ExtraKryspi
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Reply 81 of 142 (Originally posted on: 06-28-06 07:03:02 PM)
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Quote: EURIPIDES. Don't you know him really?
MNESILOCHUS. No. (Thinks again.) No, I don't; at least I don't remember.
EURIPIDES (severely). I fear there's much you don't remember, sir.
But step aside: I see his servant coming.
See, he has myrtles and a pan of coals
To pray, methinks, for favorable rhymes.
SERVANT. All people be still!
Allow not a word from your lips to be heard,
For the Muses are here, and are making their odes in my master's abodes.
Let Ether be lulled, and forgetful to blow,
And the blue sea waves, let them cease to flow,
And be noiseless.
MNESILOCHUS. Fuck!
EURIPIDES. Hush, hush, if you please.
SERVANT. Sleep, birds of the air, with your pinions at ease;
Sleep, beasts of the field, with entranquilized feet;
Sleep, sleep and be still.
MNESILOCHUS. Fuck, fuck, I repeat.
SERVANT. For the soft and terse professor of verse,
Our Agathon now is about to -
MNESILOCHUS (scandalized). No, no!
SERVANT. What's that?
MNESILOCHUS. 'Twas the ether, forgetting to blow.
SERVANT (beginning pettishly, but soon falling back into his former tone). I was going to say he is going to lay
The stocks and the scaffolds for building a play.
And neatly he hews them, and sweetly he glues them,
And a proverb he takes, and an epithet makes,
And he molds a most waxen and delicate song,
And he tunnels, and funnels, and -
MNESILOCHUS. Does what is wrong.
That is the only drama in this thread.
I don't drink Pepsi.
I just sell coke.
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