Κατάπλους ἢ Τύραννος

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Clotho

And the one murdered by his wife and her paramour?

Hermes

Straight in front of you,

Clotho

Now the victims of the law,—the cudgelled and the crucified. And where are those sixteen who were killed by robbers?

Hermes

Here; you may know them by their wounds. Am I to bring the women too? 10

Clotho

Yes, certainly; and all who were shipwrecked; it is the same kind of death. And those who died of fever, bring them too, the doctor Agathocles and all.

Then there was a Cynic philosopher, who was to have succumbed to a dinner with Dame Hecate, eked out with sacrificial eggs and a raw cuttle-fish; where is he?

Cynic

Here I stand this long time, my good Clotho. Now what had I done to deserve such a weary spell of life? You gave me pretty nearly a spindleful of it. I often tried to cut the thread and away; but somehow it never would give.

Clotho

I left you as a censor and physician of human frailties: pass on, and good luck to you.

Cynic

No, by Zeus! First let us see our captive safe on board. Your judgement might be perverted by his entreaties.

Clotho

Let me see; who is he?

Hermes

Megapenthes, son of Lacydes; tyrant.

Clotho

Come up, Megapenthes.

Megapenthes.

Nay, nay, my lady Clotho; suffer me to return for a little while, and I will come of my own accord, without waiting to be summoned,