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Klotho
Seven cut their own throats for love, and Theagenes the philosopher on account of the courtesan from Megara.
Hermes
These are at hand.
5
Klotho
Where are the two who killed each other fighting for the throne?
Klotho
And he who was murdered by his wife and her lover?
Hermes
Here he is, close by.
Klotho
Now bring those from the law-courts; I mean the impaled and the flogged to death. And where are the sixteen who were killed by robbers?
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Hermes
You see this lot are here, the wounded. Shall I bring on the women en masse?
Klotho
By all means; and the shipwrecked en masse, for they died in the same way. And as for the fever patients, bring them all at once, too, and Agathokles the doctor with them.
Where is the philosopher Kyniskos, who ought to have died of eating Hecate's supper and the purifiactory eggs and a raw polyp to top off with?
Kyniskos
I have been standing here at your service for some time, my good Klotho. What wrong have I done that you left me on earth so long? You almost spun out your whole spindle for me. However, I tried often to cut the thread and come, but somehow or other it was not to be broken.
Klotho
I left you to be a guardian and physician of human errors. But come aboard, and luck go with you!
Kyniskos
By Heaven, no, unless we shall first have shipped the fellow in fetters, for I am afraid he will persuade you with his prayers.
Klotho
Come, let me know who he is.
Hermes
Megapenthes, son of Lakydes, a despot.
