Book 8
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And you, perhaps, my friends, have willingly passed by (as if it were some sacred fish) the fish mentioned by Ephippus the comic poet, which he says was dressed for Geryon, in his play called Geryon. The lines are these:— A. When the natives of the land Catch a fish which is not common, But fine, as large as the whole isle Of Crete, he furnishes a dish Able to hold a hundred such; And orders all who live around, Sindi, and Lycians, and Paphians, Cranai, and Mygdoniotæ, To cut down wood, because the king Is boiling this enormous fish. So then they bring a load of wood, Enough to go all round the city, And light the fire. Then they bring A lake of water to make brine, And for eight months a hundred carts Are hard at work to carry salt. And around the dish's edge Five five-oar'd boats keep always rowing; And bid the slaves take care the fire Burns not the Lycian magistrates. B. Cease to blow this cold air on us, King of Macedon, extinguish The Celts, and do not burn them more. But I am not ignorant that Ephippus has said the very same thing in his play called the Peltast; in which the following lines also are subjoined to those which I have just quoted:— Talking all this nonsense, he Raises the wonder of the youths With whom he feasts, though knowing not The simplest sums and plainest figures; But drags his cloak along the ground With a most lordly, pompous air. But, with reference to whom it is that Ephippus said this, it is now proper for you to inquire, my good friend Ulpian, and then to tell us; and in this inquiry— If you find aught hard and inexplicable, Repeat it over, understand it clearly,— For I have much more leisure than I like; as Prometheus says in Aeschylus.
