Fearful of official snares; intrigues, and intricate affairs--
Him you mark; you fix and hook him, while he's gaping unawares;
At a fling, at once you bring him hither from the Chersonese;
Down you cast him, roast and baste him, and devour him at your ease.

Cleon. Yes; assault, insult, abuse me! This is the return I find
For the noble testimony, the memorial I designed:
Meaning to propose proposals for a monument of stone,
On the which your late achievements should be carved and neatly done.

Chorus. Out, away with him! the slave! the pompous, empty, fawning
knave!
Does he think with idle speeches to delude and cheat us all,
As he does the doting elders that attend his daily call?
Pelt him here, and bang him there; and here, and there, and
everywhere.

Cleon. Save me, neighbors! Oh, the monsters! Oh, my
side, my back, my breast!

Chorus. What! you're forced to call for help? you brutal,
overpowering pest!

[Clean is pelted off the stage, pursued by the Chorus.]


THE PEACE OF NI'CI-AS.

The struggle between Sparta and Athens continued ten years without
intermission, and without any successes of a decisive character