Dicaeopolis has convinced an angry mob of Athenians to listen to his
What words strike my ear?
You perch aloft to compose tragedies, when you might just as well do them on the ground. No wonder you introduce cripples on the stage. And why do you dress in these miserable tragic rags? No wonder your heroes are beggars. But, Euripides, on my knees I beseech you, give me the tatters of some old piece; for I have to treat the Chorus to a long speech, and if I do it badly it is all over with me.
What rags do you prefer? Those in which I rigged out Oeneus on the stage, that unhappy, miserable old man?
No, I want those of some hero still more unfortunate.
Of Phoenix, the blind man?
No, not of Phoenix, you have another hero more unfortunate than him.
EURIPIDES to himself
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