When things, mistrusted now, shall trusted be,
And trusted things, mistrusted.
How! I don't
Quite comprehend. Be clear, and not so clever.
If we mistrust those citizens of ours
Whom now we trust, and those employ whom now
We don't employ, the city will be saved.
If on our present tack we fail, we surely
Shall find salvation in the opposite course.
Good, O Palamedes! Good, you genius you.
Is this your cleverness or Cephisophon's?
This is my own: the cruet-plan was his.
DIONYSUS (to AESCHYLUS)
But tell me whom the city uses.
The good and useful?
What are you dreaming of?
She hates and loathes them.
Does she love the bad?
Not love them, no: she uses them perforce.
How can one save a city such as this,
Whom neither frieze nor woollen tunic suits?
O, if to earth you rise, find out some way.
There will I speak: I cannot answer here.
Nay, nay; send up your guerdon from below.
When they shall count the enemy's soil their
And theirs the enemy's: when they know that ships
Are their true wealth, their so-called wealth delusion.
Aye, but the justices suck that down, you know.
Now then, decide.
I will; and thus I'll do it.
I'll choose the man in whom my soul delights.
O, recollect the gods by whom you swore
You'd take me home again; and choose your friends.
'Twas my tongue swore; my choice is-
Hah! what have you done?
Done? Given the victor's prize
To Aeschylus; why not?
And do you dare
Look in my face, after that shameful deed?