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    The Ecclesiazusae
    The Ecclesiazusae
    The Ecclesiazusae
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    The Ecclesiazusae

    By Aristophanes

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    The game begins with Praxagora leaving the house on the Athenian street before dawn. She wears a fake beard and men’s clothes, and she carries a cane and a lit lamp. A chorus of Athenian women enter one on one, all dressed in a similar costume. In order to be more convincingly courageous, some women developed tans and stopped shaving armpits. One woman brings a full basket of yarn in order to get the job done, as the assembly replenishes, to which Praxagora reports to her for this decision, as this will ruin their cover.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherKtoczyta.pl
    Release dateFeb 13, 2020
    ISBN9788382173246
    The Ecclesiazusae
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    Aristophanes

    Often referred to as the father of comedy, Aristophanes was an ancient Greek comedic playwright who was active in ancient Athens during the fourth century BCE, both during and after the Peloponnesian War. His surviving plays collectively represent most of the extant examples of the genre known as Old Comedy and serve as a foundation for future dramatic comedy in Western dramatic literature. Aristophanes’ works are most notable for their political satire, and he often ridiculed public figures, including, most famously, Socrates, in his play The Clouds. Aristophanes is also recognized for his realistic representations of daily life in Athens, and his works provide an important source to understand the social reality of life in Ancient Greece. Aristophanes died sometime after 386 BCE of unknown causes.

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      The Ecclesiazusae - Aristophanes

      Aristophanes

      The Ecclesiazusae

      Warsaw 2020

      Contents

      CHARACTERS IN THE PLAY

      Praxagora

      Blepyrus, husband of Praxagora

      Women

      A man

      Chremes

      A citizen

      Herald

      A girl

      A young man

      Three old women

      A servant maid to Praxagora

      Chorus of women

      [Scene:-The Orchestra represents a public square in Athens; in the background are two houses with an alley between them.]

      Praxagora

      [swinging the lantern, which is to be a signal for the other women; in high tragic style]

      Oh! Thou shining light of my earthenware lamp, from this high spot shalt thou look abroad. Oh! lamp, I will tell thee thine origin and thy future; ’tis the rapid whirl of the potter’s wheel that has lent thee thy shape, and thy wick counterfeits the glory of the sun; mayst thou send the agreed signal flashing afar! In thee alone do we confide, and thou art worthy, for thou art near us when we practise the various postures in which Aphrodite delights upon our couches, and none dreams even in the midst of her sports of seeking to avoid thine eye that watches us. Thou alone shinest into the secret recesses of our thighs and dost singe the hair that groweth there, and with thy flame dost light the actions of our loves. If we open some cellar stored with fruits and wine, thou art our companion, and never dost thou betray or reveal to a neighbour the secrets thou hast learned about us. Therefore thou shalt know likewise the whole of the plot that I have planned with my friends, the women, at the festival of the Scirophoria.

      [She pauses and looks about her.]

      I see none of those I was expecting, though dawn approaches; the Assembly is about to gather and we must take our seats in spite of Phyromachus, who forsooth would say, It is meet the women sit apart and hidden from the eyes of the men. Why, have they not been able then to procure the false beards that they must wear, or to steal their husbands’ cloaks? Ah! I see a light approaching; let us draw somewhat aside, for fear it should be a man.

      [She hides in the alley. From the right a woman enters, followed almost immediately by others. All are carrying staffs, men’s sandals, and cloaks over their arms.]

      First woman

      Let us start, it is high time; as we left our dwellings, the cock was crowing for the second time.

      Praxagora [to herself]

      And I have spent the whole night waiting for you. [She emerges from the alley.] But come, let us call our neighbour by scratching at her door; and gently too, so that her husband may hear nothing.

      Second woman

      [coming out of her house; she is dressed like a man, with a staff in her hand]

      I was putting on my shoes, when I heard you scratching, for I was not asleep, so there! Oh! my dear, my husband–he is a Salaminian–never left me an instant’s peace, but was at me, for ever at me, all night long, so that it was only just now that I was able to filch his cloak.

      Praxagora

      I see Clinarete coming too, along with Sostrate and their next-door neighbour Philaenete. [To the women that are just arriving; in a loud voice] Hurry yourselves then, for Glyce has sworn that the last comer shall forfeit three measures of wine and a choenix of pease.

      Second woman

      Don’t you see Melistice, the wife of Smicythion, hurrying hither in her big shoes? I think she is the only one of us all who has had no trouble in getting rid of her husband.

      First woman

      And can’t you see Geusistrate,

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