To do what--to spin?

BLEPYRUS: No, that you may rule ...

BLEPYRUS: over all public business.

PRAXAGORA: Oh! by Aphrodité! how happy Athens will be!

BLEPYRUS: Why so?

PRAXAGORA: For a thousand reasons. None will dare now to do shameless deeds, to give false testimony or lay informations.

BLEPYRUS: Stop! in the name of the gods! Do you want me to die of hunger?

CHORUS: Good sir, let your wife speak.

There will be no more thieves, nor envious people, no more rags nor misery, no more abuse and no more prosecutions and lawsuits.

BLEPYRUS: By Posidon! 'tis grand, if true.

PRAXAGORA: The results will prove it; you will confess it, and even these good people (_pointing to the spectators_) will not be able to say a word.

CHORUS: You have served your friends, but now it behoves you to apply your ability and your care to the welfare of the people. Devote the fecundity of your mind to the public weal; adorn the citizens' lives with a thousand enjoyments and teach them to seize every favourable opportunity. Devise some ingenious method to secure the much-needed salvation of Athens; but let neither your acts nor your words recall anything of the past, for 'tis only innovations that please. Don't delay the realization of your plans, for speedy execution is greatly esteemed by the public.

I believe my ideas are good, but what I fear is, that the public will cling to the old customs and refuse to accept my reforms.

BLEPYRUS: Have no fear about that. Love of novelty and disdain for the past, these are the dominating principles among us.

PRAXAGORA: Let none contradict nor interrupt me until I have explained my plan. I want all to have a share of everything and all property to be in common; there will no longer be either rich or poor; no longer shall we see one man harvesting vast tracts of land, while another has not ground enough to be buried in, nor one man surround himself with a whole army of slaves, while another has not a single attendant; I intend that there shall only be one and the same condition of life for all.

But how do you mean for all?

PRAXAGORA: Go and eat your excrements!

BLEPYRUS: Come, share and share alike!

PRAXAGORA: No, no, but you shall not interrupt me. This is what I was going to say: I shall begin by making land, money, everything that is private property, common to all. Then we shall live on this common wealth, which we shall take care to administer with wise thrift.

BLEPYRUS: And how about the man who has no land, but only gold and silver coins, that cannot be seen?

But how do you mean for all?

PRAXAGORA: Go and eat your excrements!

BLEPYRUS: Come, share and share alike!

PRAXAGORA: No, no, but you shall not interrupt me. This is what I was going to say: I shall begin by making land, money, everything that is private property, common to all. Then we shall live on this common wealth, which we shall take care to administer with wise thrift.

BLEPYRUS: And how about the man who has no land, but only gold and silver coins, that cannot be seen?

He must bring them to the common stock, and if he fails he will be a perjured man.

BLEPYRUS: That won't worry him much, for has he not gained them by perjury?

PRAXAGORA: But his riches will no longer be of any use to him.

PRAXAGORA: The poor will no longer be obliged to work; each will have all that he needs, bread, salt fish, cakes, tunics, wine, chaplets and chick-pease; of what advantage will it be to him not to contribute his share to the common wealth? What do you think of it?

But is it not the folk who rob most that have all these things?

PRAXAGORA: Yes, formerly, under the old order of things; but now that all goods are in common, what will he gain by not bringing his wealth into the general stock?

BLEPYRUS: If someone saw a pretty wench and wished to satisfy his fancy for her, he would take some of his reserve store to make her a present and stay the night with her; this would not prevent him claiming his share of the common property.

But he can sleep with her for nothing; I intend that women shall belong to all men in common, and each shall beget children by any man that wishes to have her.

BLEPYRUS: But all will go to the prettiest woman and beseech her to go with him.

PRAXAGORA: The ugliest and the most flat-nosed will be side by side with the most charming, and to win the latter's favours, a man will first have to get into the former.

But we old men, shall we have penis enough if we have to satisfy the ugly first?

PRAXAGORA: They will make no resistance.

BLEPYRUS: To what?

PRAXAGORA: Never fear; they will make no resistance.

BLEPYRUS: Resistance to what?

PRAXAGORA: To the pleasure of the thing. 'Tis thus that matters will be ordered for you.

BLEPYRUS: 'Tis right well conceived for you women, for every wench's hole will be occupied; but as regards us poor men, you will leave those who are ugly to run after the handsome fellows.

The ugly will follow the handsomest into the public places after supper and see to it that the law, which forbids the women to sleep with the big, handsome men before having satisfied the ugly shrimps, is complied with.

BLEPYRUS: Thus ugly Lysicrates' nose will be as proud as the handsomest face?

PRAXAGORA: Yes, by Apollo! this is a truly popular decree, and what a set-back 'twill be for one of those elegants with their fingers loaded with rings, when a man with heavy shoes says to him, "Give way to me and wait till I have done; you will pass in after me."

But if we live in this fashion, how will each one know his children?

PRAXAGORA: The youngest will look upon the oldest as their fathers.

BLEPYRUS: Ah! how heartily they will strangle all the old men, since even now, when each one knows his father, they make no bones about strangling him! then, my word! won't they just scorn and shit upon the old folks!

PRAXAGORA: But those around will prevent it. Hitherto, when anyone saw an old man beaten, he would not meddle, because it did not concern him; but now each will fear the sufferer may be his own father and such violence will be stopped.

What you say is not so silly after all; but 'twould be highly unpleasant were Epicurus and Leucolophas to come up and call me father.

PRAXAGORA: But 'twould be far worse, were ...

BLEPYRUS: Were what?

PRAXAGORA: Aristyllus to embrace you and style you his father.

BLEPYRUS: Ah! let him look to himself if he dares!

PRAXAGORA: For you would smell vilely of mint if he kissed you. But he was born before the decree was carried, so that you have not to fear his kiss.

What you say is not so silly after all; but 'twould be highly unpleasant were Epicurus and Leucolophas to come up and call me father.

PRAXAGORA: But 'twould be far worse, were ...

BLEPYRUS: Were what?

PRAXAGORA: Aristyllus to embrace you and style you his father.

BLEPYRUS: Ah! let him look to himself if he dares!

PRAXAGORA: For you would smell vilely of mint if he kissed you. But he was born before the decree was carried, so that you have not to fear his kiss.

'Twould be awful. But who will do the work?

PRAXAGORA: The slaves. Your only cares will be to scent yourself, and to go and dine, when the shadow of the gnomon is ten feet long on the dial.

BLEPYRUS: But how shall we obtain clothing? Tell me that!

PRAXAGORA: You will first wear out those you have, and then we women will weave you others.

BLEPYRUS: Now another point: if the magistrates condemn a citizen to the payment of a fine, how is he going to do it? Out of the public funds? That would not be right surely.

But there will be no more lawsuits.

BLEPYRUS: What a disaster for many people!

PRAXAGORA: I have decreed it. Besides, friend, why should there be lawsuits?

BLEPYRUS: Oh! for a thousand reasons, on my faith! Firstly, because a debtor denies his obligation.

PRAXAGORA: But where will the lender get the money to lend, if all is in common? unless he steals it out of the treasury?

BLEPYRUS: That's true, by Demeter! But then again, tell me this; here are some men who are returning from a feast and are drunk and they strike some passer-by; how are they going to pay the fine? Ah! you are puzzled now!

They will have to take it out of their pittance; and being thus punished through their belly, they will not care to begin again.

BLEPYRUS: There will be no more thieves then, eh?

PRAXAGORA: Why steal, if you have a share of everything?

BLEPYRUS: People will not be robbed any more at night?

PRAXAGORA: No, whether you sleep at home or in the street, there will be no more danger, for all will have the means of living. Besides, if anyone wanted to steal your cloak, you would give it him yourself. Why not? You will only have to go to the common store and be given a better one.