Strep Monologue from The Clouds

From The Clouds by Aristophanes

male · sarcastic · 56 sec

For this reason, then, they introduced into their verses "the dreadful impetuosity of the moist, whirling-bright clouds"; and the "curls of hundred-headed Typho"; and the "hard-blowing tempests"; and then "aerial, moist"; "crooked-clawed birds, floating in air"; and "the showers of rain from dewy Clouds". And then, in return for these, they swallow "slices of great, fine mullets, and bird's-flesh of thrushes." (Soc: Is it not just, however, that they should have their reward, on account of these?) Tell me, pray, if they are really clouds, what ails them, that they resemble mortal women? For they are not such. (Soc: Pray, of what nature are they?) I do not clearly know: at any rate they resemble spread-out fleeces, and not women, by Jupiter! Not a bit; for these have noses.

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