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Cleon. I have seen me a vision: I’ve dreamed me adream;
Its author was Pallas, and Demus its theme;
The cup arytœna[107] blazed broad in her hand,
And plenty and riches fell wide o’er the land.
Saus. I too have my visions and dreams of the night:
Our lady[108] and owl stood confest to my sight;
From the cup aryballus choice blessings she threw.
(To Cleon.) On him fell tan pickle, and nectar on you. (to Demus.)
Here ends the contest of oracles; and Demus, after expresssing his opinion that there never was a wiser man than Glanis, commits himself to the guidance and instruction of the sausage–seller. He is induced to pause, however, by the offers which Cleon makes, of supplying his table with provisions, and finally comes to the resolution of “giving the reins of the Pnyx” to which soever of the two candidates shall offer the most acceptable bribes. They quit the stage, each endeavouring to get the advantage in a false start; and the Chorus comes forward with an address to Demus.
Chorus. Honour, power, and high estate,
Demus, mighty lord, hast thou;
To thy sceptre small and great
In obeisance lowly bow!