AESCHYLUS. Of what crimes is he not the author? Has he not shown us procurers, women who get delivered in the temples, have traffic with their brothers,[498] and say that life is not life.[499] 'Tis thanks to him that our city is full of scribes and buffoons, veritable apes, whose grimaces are incessantly deceiving the people; but there is no one left who knows how to carry a torch,[500] so little is it practised. DIONYSUS. I' faith, that's true! I almost died of laughter at the last Panathenaea at seeing a slow, fat, pale-faced fellow, who ran well behind all the rest, bent completely double and evidently in horrible pain. At the gate of the Ceramicus the spectators started beating his belly, sides, flanks and thighs; these slaps knocked so much wind out of him that it extinguished his torch and he hurried away. CHORUS. 'Tis a serious issue and an important debate; the fight is proceeding hotly and its decision will be difficult; for, as violently as the one attacks, as cleverly and as subtly does the other reply. But don't keep always to the same ground; you are not at the end of your specious artifices. Make use of every trick you have, no matter whether it be old or new! Out with everything boldly, blunt though it be; risk anything--that is smart and to the point. Perchance you fear that the audience is too stupid to grasp your subtleties, but be reassured, for that is no longer the case. They are all well-trained folk; each has his book, from which he learns the art of quibbling; such wits as they are happily endowed with have been rendered still keener through study. So have no fear! Attack everything, for you face an enlightened audience. EURIPIDES. Let's take your prologues; 'tis the beginnings of this able poet's tragedies that I wish to examine at the outset. He was obscure in the description of his subjects. DIONYSUS. And which prologue are you going to examine? EURIPIDES. A lot of them. Give me first of all that of the 'Orestes.'[501] DIONYSUS. All keep silent, Aeschylus, recite. AESCHYLUS. "Oh! Hermes of the nether world, whose watchful power executes the paternal bidding, be my deliverer, assist me, I pray thee. I come, I return to this land."[502] DIONYSUS. Is there a single word to condemn in that? EURIPIDES. More than a dozen. DIONYSUS. But there are but three verses in all. EURIPIDES. And there are twenty faults in each. DIONYSUS. Aeschylus, I beg you to keep silent; otherwise, besides these three iambics, there will be many more attacked. AESCHYLUS. What? Keep silent before this fellow? DIONYSUS. If you will take my advice. EURIPIDES. He begins with a fearful blunder. Do you see the stupid thing? DIONYSUS. Faith! I don't care if I don't. AESCHYLUS. A blunder? In what way? EURIPIDES. Repeat the first verse. AESCHYLUS. "Oh! Hermes of the nether world, whose watchful power executes the paternal bidding." EURIPIDES. Is not Orestes speaking in this fashion before his father's tomb? AESCHYLUS. Agreed.