Cyclops

Euripides

Euripides. The Plays of Euripides, Translated into English Prose from the Text of Paley. Vol. II. Coleridge, Edward P., translator. London: George Bell and Sons, 1891.

  1. I like his after-taste at any rate.
Odysseus
  1. This is the kind of god he is; he harmeth no man.
Cyclops
  1. But how does a god like being housed in a wine-skin?
Odysseus
  1. Put him where one may, he is content there.
Cyclops
  1. It is not right that gods should be clad in leather.
Odysseus
  1. What of that, provided he please thee? does the leather hurt thee?
Cyclops
  1. I hate the wine-skin, but the liquor we have here I love.
Odysseus
  1. Stay, then, Cyclops; drink and be merry.
Cyclops
  1. Must I not give my brethren a share in this liquor?
Odysseus
  1. No, keep it thyself and thou wilt appear of more honour.
Cyclops
  1. Give it my friends and I shall appear of more use.
Odysseus
  1. Revelling is apt to end in blows, abuse, and strife.
Cyclops
  1. I may be drunk, but no man will lay hands on me for all that.
Odysseus
  1. Better stay at home, my friend, after a carouse.
Cyclops
  1. Who loves not revelling then is but a simpleton.
Odysseus
  1. But whoso stays at home, when drunk, is wise.
Cyclops
  1. What shall we do, Silenus? art minded to stay?
Silenus
  1. That I am; for what need have we of others to share our drink, Cyclops?
Cyclops
  1. Well, truly the turf is soft as down with its fresh flowering plants.
Silenus
  1. (seating himself.) Aye, and ’tis pleasant drinking in the warm sunshine.
Cyclops
  1. ---[*](Paley agrees with Kirchhoff in thinking a line has been lost here.)