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Charon
And where is he to sit now he is here?_ We are full up, as you may see,
Hermes
What do you say to the tyrant’s shoulders?
Charon
Up with you then; and make the rascal’s back ache. And now, good luck to our voyage!
Cynic
Charon, I may as well tell you the plain truth at once. The penny for my fare is not forthcoming; -I have nothing but my wallet, look, and this stick, But if you want a hand at baling, here I am; or I could take an oar; only give me a good stout one, and you shall have no fault to find with me.
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Charon
To it, then; and I’ll ask no other payment of you.
Cynic
Shall I tip them a stave?
Charon
To be sure, if you have a sea-song about you.
Cynic
I have several. Look here though, an opposition is starting: a song of lamentation. It will throw me out.
Oh, my lands, my lands!—Ah, my money, my money!— Farewell, my fine palace!—The thousands that fellow will have to squander!—Ah, my helpless children!—To think of the vines I planted last year! Who, ah who, will pluck the grapes?
Hermes
Why, Micyllus, have you never an Oh or an Ah? It is quite improper that any shade should cross the stream, and make no moan.
Micyllus
Get along with you. What have I to dowith Ohs and Ahs? I’m enjoying the trip!
Hermes
Still, just a groan or two. It’s expected.
