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CHARON

Well, Clotho, we have had this boat all ship-shape and thoroughly ready to sail for some time. The water is baled out, the mast is set up, the sail is hoisted in stops and each of the oars has a lanyard to it, so that as far as I am concerned there is nothing to hinder our getting up anchor and sailing. But Hermes is behind hand; he should have been here long ago. There is not a passenger aboard the ferryboat, as you see, when she might have made three trips to-day by this time, and here it is almost dusk and I haven’t earned even an obol yet. Besides, Pluto will surely think I am taking it easy all this time, when really someone else is to blame. Our honourable guide of souls

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has had a drink of Lethewater up there if ever a man did, and so has forgotten to come back to us: he is either wrestling a fall with the boys or playing a tune on the lyre or making speeches to show off his command of piflle, or maybe the gentleman is even playing sneak-thief, for that is one of his accomplishments also. Anyhow, he takes

liberties with us as if he were free, when really he is half ours.

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CLOTHO But, Charon, how do you know that he hasn’t found something to keep him busy? Zeus may have wanted to make more use of him than usual in affairs up above. He too is his master. CHARON Yes, Clotho, but he has no right to go too far in playing the master over joint property, for we on our part have never kept Hermes back when he had to go. No, I know the reason: here with us there is nothing but asphodel and libations and funeral-cakes and offerings to the dead, and all else is misty, murky darkness; in heaven, however, it is all bright, and there is ambrosia in plenty and nectar without stint, so it is likely that he finds it more pleasant to tarry there. And when he leaves us he flies up as if he were escaping from jail, but when it is time to come down he comes with reluctance, at the last moment, slowly and afoot.

CLOTHO Don’t be angry any longer, Charon; here he is close by, you see, bringing us a lot of people, or I should say waving them along with his wand, all in a huddle, like a herd of goats. But what’s this? There is a man in fetters among them and another who is laughing, I see, and one fellow with a wallet over his shoulder and a club in his hand, who has a piercing eye and hurries the others along. Don’t you see, too, that Hermes himself is dripping with sweat and dusty-footed and panting? In fact, he is gasping for breath. What’s all this, Hermes? What’s the excitement? You seem to be in a stew, you know. HERMES Why, Clotho, this miserable sinner ran away and I chased him, and so almost failed to make your boat to-day, that’s all! CLOTHO Who is he, and what was his object in trying to run away? HERMES That’s easy to see—he preferred to live! He isa king or a tyrant, to judge from his lamentations and the wailing that he makes, in which he makes out that he has had great happiness taken away from him. CLOTHO So the poor fool tried to run away, thinking that he could live longer, when the thread of life apportioned to him had already run short?

HERMES

Tried to run away, do you say? Why, if this splendid fellow, the one with the stick, had not helped me and we had not caught and bound him, he would have got clean away from us. You see, from the moment Atropos turned him over to me he kept straining and pulling back every inch of the way, and as he braced his feet on the ground he was by no means easy to lead; sometimes, too, he would beg and entreat, wanting to be let go for a little while and promising a heavy bribe. Of course I did not let him go, for I saw that what he was after was impossible. But when we were right by the

entrance, while I was counting the dead for Aeacus

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as usual and he was comparing them with the tally sent him by your sister, he gave us the slip somehow or other, curse him, and made off. Consequently we were one dead man short in the reckoning, and Aeacus raised his eyebrows and said: “Don’t be too promiscuous, Hermes, in plying your thievery; be content with your pranks in Heaven. The accounts of the dead are carefully kept and cannot be falsified. The tally has a thousand and four marked on it, as you see, and you come to me with one less. You aren’t going to say that Atropos cheated you in the reckoning?” What he said made me blush, but I speedily recalled what had happened on the way, and when, after glancing about me, I did not see this fellow anywhere, I perceived that he had escaped and pursued with all the speed I could muster along the road leading toward the light. My good friend here followed me of his own free will, and by running as if in a match we caught him just at Taenarus:

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that was all he lacked of escaping.

CLOTHO And we, Charon, were condemning Hermes for neglecting his duty, indeed! CHARON Well, why do we keep dilly-dallying as though we had not had delay enough already. CLOTHO Right; let them get aboard. I will hold the book and sit by the gangway as usual, and as each of them comes aboard I will see who he is, where he comes from, and how he met his death; you receive them, and as you do so, pack and stow them. LTlermes, heave these babies aboard first, for what in the world can they have to say to me? HERMES Here you are, ferryman, three hundred of them, including those that were abandoned. CHARON I say, what a rich haul! It’s green-grape dead you have brought us. HERMES Clotho, do you want us to get the unmourned aboard next? CLOTHO You mean the old people? Yes, for why should I bother now to investigate what happened before the food?Literally, "before Euclid,” the Athenian archon of 403 B.C., the year in which the democracy was restored and the misdeeds of the oligarchy obliterated by a general amnesty. All of you who are over sixty go in now. What’s this? They don’t heed me, for their ears are stopped with years. You will probably have to pick them up and carry them in, too. HERMES Here you are again, three hundred and _ninetyeight, all tender and ripe and harvested in season. CHARON Good Lord, yes! They’re all raisins now!

CLOTHO Bring in the wounded next, Hermes. (To the DEAD) First tell me what deaths brought you here—but no, I myself will refer to my papers and pass you. Eighty-four should have died in battle yesterday in Media, among them Gobares, the son of Oxyartas. HERMES Here they are! CLOTHO Seven committed suicide for love, among them the philosopher Theagenes for the courtesan from Megara.This man can hardly be other than the Cynic of Patras mentioned in The Passing of Peregrinus, who died in the teign of Marcus Aurelius. To be sure, Galen says he was killed by his doctor (x, p. 909), but he may well have been alive when Lucian wrote this. HERMES Right here beside you. CLOTHO Where are the men who killed each other fighting for the throne? HERMES Here they stand. CLOTHO And the man who was murdered by his wife and her lover? HERMES There beside you. CLOTHO Now bring in the output of the courts, I mean those who died by the scourge and the cross. And where are the sixteen who were killed by pirates, Hermes? HERMES Here they are, these wounded men whom you see. Do you want me to bring in all the women together? CLOTHO By all means, and also those lost at sea, for they died in the same way. And those who died of the fever, bring them in together, too, and their doctor Agathocles along with them.

CLOTHO Where is the philosopher Cyniscus, who was to die from eating the dinner of Hecate and the lustral eggs and a raw squid besides?The dinner of Hecate (mentioned also in Dialogues of the Dead, 1) was a purificatory offering made at cross-roads and,to judge from Aristophanes (Plutus 594), very well received by the poor. For the use of eggs in purification see Ovid, Ars Amat. ii. 329; Juv. vi. 517. The raw squid is mentioned because Diogenes is said to have died from eating one (Diog. Laert. 156 ap; cf. Philosophers for Sale, 10). CYNISCUS Ihave been standing at your elbow a long time, kind Clotho. What have I done that you should leave me on earth so long? Why, you nearly ran off your whole spindle for me! In spite of that, I have often tried to cut the thread and come, but somehow or other it could not be broken. CLOTHO I left you behind to observe and prescribe for the sins of man. But get aboard, and good luck to you.: CYNISCUS No, by Heaven, not till we have put this man in fetters aboard. I am afraid he may come it over you with his entreaties.

CLOTHO Come, let’s see who he is. CYNISCUS Megapenthes,“Great woe.” son of Lacydes, a tyrant. CLOTHO Aboard with you! MEGAPENTHES Oh no, good lady Clotho! Do let me go back to earth for a little while. Then [ll come of my own accord, you will find, without being summoned by anyone. CLOTHO Why is it that you want to go back? MEGAPENTHES Let me finish my house first, for the building has been left half-done. CLOTHO Nonsense! Come, get aboard. MEGAPENTHES It’s not much time that I ask for, Lady of Destiny; let me stay just this one day, till I can give my wife directions about my money—the place where I kept my great treasure buried. CLOTHO It is settled; you can’t be permitted. MEGAPENTHES Then is all that gold to be lost? CLOTHO No, it will not be lost. Be easy on that score your cousin Megacles will get it. MEGAPENTHES What an outrage! My enemy, whom I was too easy-going to put to death before I died? CLOTHO The very man; and he will outlive you forty years and a little more, taking over your concubines and your clothing and all your plate. MEGAPENTHES You are unjust, Clotho, to bestow my property on my worst enemies. CLOTHO Why, did not it formerly belong to Cydimachus, and did not you take it over after killing him and slaughtering his children upon him while the breath was still in his body? MEGAPENTHES But it was mine now. CLOTHO Well, the term of your ownership has now expired.

MEGAPENTHES Listen, Clotho, to something that I have to say to you in private, with nobody else listening. (Yo the others.) You people stand aside a moment. (Yo ctoruo) If you let me run away, I promise to give you a thousand talents of coined gold to-day. CLOTHO What, you ridiculous creature, have you gold and talents still on the brain? MEGAPENTHES And I'll give you also, if you wish, the two winebowls that I got when I put Cleocritus to death; they are of refined gold and weigh a hundred talents each. CLOTHO Hale him off: it seems that he won’t go aboard willingly. MEGAPENTHES I call you all to witness, the town wall and the docks remain unfinished. I could have finished them if I had lived only five days longer. CLOTHO Never mind; someone else will build the wall. MEGAPENTHES But this request at all events is reasonable. CLOTHO What request? MEGAPENTHES To live only long enough to subdue the Pisidians and subject the Lydians to tribute, and to build myself a huge mausoleum and inscribe on it all the great military exploits of my life. CLOTHO Why, man, you are no longer asking for this one day, but for a stay of nearly twenty years!

MEGAPENTHES But I tell you I am ready to give bail for my speedy return. If you wish, I’ll even surrender you my beloved as a substitute for myself. CLOTHO Vile wretch! Have not you often prayed that he night outlast you on earth? MEGAPENTHES That was long ago, but now I perceive whawi is for the best. CLOTHO He too will soon be here, you'll find, slain by the new ruler.

MEGAPENTHES Well, at all events don't refuse me this, Lady of Destiny. CLOTHO What? MEGAPENTHES I want to know how things will turn out after my death. CLOTHO Listen, for it will vex you all the more to know. Midas, your slave, will have your wife; indeed, he has been her lover a long time. MEGAPENTHES Curse him, I set him free at her request! CLOTHO Your daughter will be enrolled among the concubines of the present tyrant, and the busts and statues which the city long ago set up in your honour will all be pulled down and will make everyone who looks at them laugh. MEGAPENTHES Tell meé, will none of my friends get angry at these doings? CLOTHO Why, what friend did you have, and how did you make him? Don’t you know that all those who bowed the knee and praised your every word and deed did so either from hope or from fear, being friends of your power, not of you, and keeping their eyes on the main chance? MEGAPENTHES But as they poured their libations at our drinking parties they used to pray at the top of their voices that many blessings might descend upon me, saying every one of them that he was ready to die for me if so might be; in a word, they swore by me. CLOTHO Consequently, you died after dining with one of them yesterday: it was that last drink he gave you that sent you down here. MEGAPENTHES Then that is why I noticed a bitter taste. But what was his object in doing it? CLOTHO You are asking me many questions when you ought to get aboard.

MEGAPENTHES There is one thing that sticks in my throat above all, Clotho, and on account of it I longed to slip back again to the light of day, if only for a moment. CLOTHO What is that? It must be something tremendous. MEGAPENTHES As soon as Cario, my valet, saw that I was dead, toward evening he came into the room where I lay, having nothing to do, for nobody was doing anything, not even guarding me, and brought in my mistress Glycerium; they had been on good terms a long time, Isuppose. Shutting the door, he began to make free with her as though nobody was in the room, and then, when he had enough of it, he gazed at me and said: “You wretched little shrimp, you often gave me beatings when I was not at fault.” With that he pulled my hair and hit me in the face, and finally, after clearing his throat raucously and spitting on me, went away saying: “Off with you to the place of the wicked!” I was aflame with rage, but could not do a thing to him, for I was already stiff and cold. And as for the wretched wench, when she heard people approaching she smeared her eyes with spittle as if she had been crying over me and went away weeping and calling my name. If I should catch them—

CLOTHO Stop threatening and get aboard; it is already time for you to make your appearance in court. MEGAPENTHES And who will dare to pass judgement on a tyrant? CLOTHO On a tyrant, no one, but on a dead man, Rhadamanthus. You shall soon see him impose on every one of you the sentence that is just and fits the case. No more delay now! MEGAPENTHES Make me even a common man, Lady of Destiny, one of the poor people; make me even a slave instead of the king that once I was. Only let me come to life again! CLOTHO Where is the man with the club? You take hold of him too, Hermes, and pull him in by the leg, for he won’t go aboard willingly. HERMES Come along now, runaway. (To Charon.) Take this fellow, ferryman, and see here—mind you make sure— CHARON No fear! he shall be lashed to the mast. MEGAPENTHES But I ought to sit on the quarter-deck! CLOTHO For what reason? MEGAPENTHES Because I was a tyrant, God knows, and had a regiment of guardsmen. CYNISCUS Then wasn’t Cario justified in pulling your hair, if you were such a lout? But you'll get small joy of your tyranny if I give you a taste of my club! MEGAPENTHES What, will a Cyniscus make bold to shake his staff at me? Did I not come within an ace of tricing you up to a cross the other day because you were too free-spoken and sharp-tongued and censorious? CYNISCUS That is why you yourself will stay triced up to the mast.

MICYLLUS Tell me, Clotho, do you people take no account at all of me? Is it because I am poor that I have to get aboard last? CLOTHO And who are you? MICYLLUS The cobbler Micyllus. CLOTHO So you are aggrieved at having to wait? Don’t you see how much the tyrant promises to give us if we will let him go for a little while? Indeed, it surprises me that you are not equally glad of the delay. MICYLLUS Listen, kind. Lady of Destiny; I have no great liking for such gifts as the famous one of the Cyclops,—to be promised “T’]l eat Noman last of all.”Odyssey 9, 369. In truth, be it first, be it last, the same teeth are in waiting. Besides, my position is not like that of the rich; our lives are poles apart, as the saying goes. Take the tyrant, considered fortunate his whole life long, feared and admired by everybody; when he came to leave all his gold and silver and clothing and horses and dinners and handsome favourites and beautiful women, no wonder he was distressed and took it hard to be dragged away from them. Somehow or other the soul is limed, as it were, to things like these and will not come away readily because it has been cleaving to them long; indeed, the ties with which such men have the misfortune to be bound are like unbreakable fetters. Even if they are haled away by force, they lament and entreat, you may be sure, and although they are bold in everything else, they prove to be cowardly in the face of this journey to Hades. At any rate, they turn back and, like unsuccessful lovers, want to gaze, even from afar, at things in the world of light. That is what yonder poor fool did, who not only ran away on the road but heaped you with entreaties when he got here.

MICYLLUS

But as for me, having nothing at stake in life, neither farm nor tenement nor gold nor gear nor reputation nor statues, of course I was in marching order, and when Atropos did but sign to me I gladly flung away my knife and my leather (I was working on a sandal) and sprang up at once and followed her, barefooted as I was and without even washing off the blacking. In fact, I led the way, with my eyes to the fore, since there was nothing in the rear to turn me about and call me back. And by Heaven I see already that everything is splendid here with you, for that all should have equal rank and nobody be any better than his neighbour is more than pleasant, to me at least. And I infer that there is no dunning of debtors here and no paying of taxes, and above all no freezing in winter or falling ill or being thrashed by men of greater consequence. All are at peace, and the tables are turned, for we paupers laugh while the rich are distressed and lament.

CLOTHO Indeed, I noticed some time ago that you were laughing, Micyllus. What was it in particular that made you laugh? MICYLLUS Listen, goddess whom I honour most. As I lived next door to Sir Tyrant on earth, I used to see quite distinctly what went on at his house, and I then thought him a very god; for I held him happy when I saw the splendour of his purple, the number of his attendants, his plate, his jewelled goblets, and his couches with legs of silver; besides, the savour of the dishes prepared for his dinner drove me to distraction. Therefore he appeared to me a superman, thrice-blessed, better looking and a full royal eubit taller than almost anyone else; for he was uplifted by his good fortune, walked with a majestic gait, carried his head high and dazzled all he met. But when he was dead, not only did he cut an utterly ridiculous figure in my eyes on being stripped of his pomp, but I laughed at myself even more than at him because I had marvelled at such a worthless creature, inferring his happiness from the savour of his kitchen and counting him lucky because of his purple derived from the blood of mussels in the Laconian Sea.

MICYLLUS And he was not the only one that I laughed at. When I saw the usurer Gnipho groaning and regretting that he had not enjoyed his money but had died without sampling it, abandoning his property to that wastrel Rhodochares, who was nextof kin to him and had the first claim on the estate according to law, I could not control my laughter,: especially when I called to mind how pale and unkempt he always was, with a forehead full of worries, feeling his riches only with the fingers with which he reckoned up thousands and tens of thousands ashe gathered in, little by little, what was soon to be poured out by that lucky dog Rhodochares. But why not gonow? We can finish our laughing during: the sail as we see them crying. CLOTHO Get aboard, so that the ferryman can haul the anchor up.

CHARON Hi, fellow! Where are you going so fast? The boat is fullalready. Wait there till to-morrow; we'll set you across first thing in the morning. MICYLLUS You are committing a misdemeanour, Charon, in leaving behind you a dead man who is already high. No fear, I'll have you up before Rhadamanthus for breaking the law. Oh, Lord! What hard luck! They are sailing already, “and I'll be left behind here all alone.”The words form a trimeter in the Greek, perhaps a line of comedy. But why not swim across in their wake? I’m not afraid of giving out and drowning, seeing that I’m already dead! Besides, I haven’t an obol to pay my passage. CLOTHO What’s this? Wait, Micyllus; you mustn’t cross that way. MICYLLUS See here, perhaps I'll beat you to the shore. CLOTHO No, no! Come, let’s row up and take him in. Hermes, lend a hand to pull him in.

CHARON Where shall he sit? The boat’s full, as you see. HERMES On the shoulders of the tyrant, if you like. CLOTHO A happy thought, that of Hermes! CHARON Climb up, then, and set your feet on the sinner's neck. Let’s go on while the wind is fair. CYNISCUS Charon, I may as well tell you the truth here and now. I shan’t be able to pay you your obol when we come to land, for I have nothing more than the wallet which you see, and this club here. However, I am ready either to bale, if you like, or to row; you will have no fault to find if you only give me a stout, well-balanced oar. CHARON Pull an oar; that will be enough to exact of you. CYNISCUS Shall I strike up a song, too? CHARON Yes, by all means, if you know any of the sailors’ chanties, CYNISCUS I know plenty of them, Charon; but as you see, these people are competing with our music by crying, so that we shall be put out of tune in our song.

THE DEAD (one) Alas, my wealth! (anoTuer) Alas, my farms! (aNoTHER) Alackaday, what a house I left behind me! (anotuer) To think of all the thousands my heir will come into and squander! (aNoruer) Ah, my new-born babes! (anorner) Who will get the vintage of the vines I set out last year? HERMES Micyllus, you are not lamenting at all, are you? Nobody may cross without a tear. MICYLLUS Get out with you! I have no reason to lament while the wind is fair. HERMES Do cry, however, even if only a little, for custom’s sake, MICYLLUS Well, I'll lament, then, since you wish it, Hermes. —Alas, my scraps of leather! Alas, my old shoes! Alackaday, my rotten sandals! Unlucky man that I am, never again will I go hungry from morning to night or wander about in winter barefooted and halfnaked, with my teeth chattering for cold! Who is to get my knife and my awl? HERMES Enough weeping; we are almost in now.

CHARON Come, now, pay us your fares, all of you, the first thing you do. (To Micyllus) You there, pay yours too; I have it from everybody now. I say, Micyllus, pay your obol too. MICYLLUS You’re joking, Charon, or if not, you might as well write in water as look for an obol from Micyllus. I haven’t the slightest idea whether an obol is round or square. CHARON What a fine, profitable cruise this has been to-day! Ashore with you, all the same. I am going after horses and cattle and dogs and the rest of the animals, for they have to cross now. CLOTHO Take them in charge, Hermes, and lead them off. I myself will go back to the other side to bring over the Chinamen Indopates and Heramithras, for they have just died fighting with one another over boundaries. HERMES Let’s move on, good people—or better, all follow me in order.

MICYLLUS Heracles, how dark it is! Where now is handsome Megillus, and who can tell here that Simiche is not more beautiful than Phryne? All things are alike and of the same colour, and nothing is either beautiful or more beautiful; indeed, even my short cloak, which till now I thought ugly, is as good as the purple mantle of the king, for both are invisible and submerged in the same darkness. Cyniscus, where in the world are you? CYNISCUS Here I am, talking to you, Micyllus. Come, let’s walk together, if you like. MICYLLUS Good! Give me your hand. Tell me—for of course you have been through the Eleusinian Mysteries, Cyniscus—don’t you think this is like them? CYNISCUS Right you are; indeed, here comes a woman with a torch, who looks very fierce and threatening. Do you suppose it is an Erinys?The Erinyes, or Furies, were Alecto, Megaera, and Tisiphone. The torch of Tisiphone enhances the resemblance to the Mysteries, which were carried on by torch-light. MICYLLUS Probably, to judge from her appearance.

HERMES Take these people in charge, Tisiphone, a thousand and four. TISIPHONE Indeed, Rhadamanthus here has been awaiting you this long time. RHADAMANTHUS Bring them before me, Erinys. Be crier, Hermes, and summon them by name. CYNISCUS Rhadamanthus, in the name of Zeus your father I beseech you to have me up first and judge me. RHADAMANTHUS For what reason? CYNISCUS Come what may, I wish to prosecute a certain tyrant for the wicked deeds that I know him to have done in life, and I cannot expect to be believed when I speak unless I first make it plain what sort of man I am. and what sort of life I led. RHADAMANTHUS Who are you? CYNISCUS Cyniscus, your worship, by profession a philosopher. RHADAMANTHUS Come here and be tried first. Call the plaintiffs.

HERMES If any one has charges to prefer against this man Cyniscus, let him come this way. CYNISCUS No one comes. RHADAMANTHUS But that is not enough, Cyniscus: strip yourself, so that I can judge you from the marks on your back. CYNISCUS Why, how did I ever come to be a marked man?As orvypyartas (branded man) was applied to rogues in general, there is a slight word-play in the Greek also. RHADAMANTHUS For every wicked deed that each of you has done in his life he bears an invisible mark on his soul. CYNISCUS Here I am naked, so seek out the marks you mention. RHADAMANTHUS The man is altogether free from marks, except for these three or four, very faint and uncertain. But what is this? There are many traces and indications of brandings, but somehow or other they have been erased, or rather, effaced. How is that, Cyniscus, and how is it that you looked free from them at first? CYNISCUS I will tell you. For a long time I was a wicked man through ignorance and earned many marks thereby; but no sooner had I begun to be a philosopher than I gradually washed away all the scars from my soul. RHADAMANTHUS At any rate he made use of a cure that is sound and very efficacious. Well, go your way to the Isles of the Blest to live with the good, but first prosecute the tyrant you spoke of. Hermes, summon others.

MICYLLUS My case also is a trifling one and needs but a short investigation. In fact, I have been stripped and waiting for you a long time, so inspect me. RHADAMANTHUS Who are you? MICYLLUS The cobbler Micyllus. RHADAMANTHUS Good, Micyllus, you are quite clean and unmarked. Be off and join Cyniscus there. Call the tyrant now. HERMES Let Megapenthes, son of Lacydes, come this way. Where are you turning to? Come here! It is you I am calling, tyrant. Thrust him in among us, Tisiphone, with a push on the neck. RHADAMANTHUS Cyniscus, open your prosecution and state your case now, for here is the man.

CYNISCUS

On the whole, there is no need of words; you will at once discover what sort of man he is from his marks. But in spite of that I will myself unveil the man to you and show him up more plainly. All that the cursed scoundrel did while he was a private citizen I intend to pass over; but when he had leagued himself with the boldest men and had got together a bodyguard, and so had set himself over the city and had become tyrant, he not only put to death more than ten thousand people without a hearing but confiscated their properties in each case; and after he had made himself extremely rich, he did not leave a single form of excess untried, but practised every sort of savagery and high-handedness upon his miserable fellow-citizens, ravishing maids, corrupting boys, and running amuck in every way among his subjects. And for his superciliousness, his pride, and his haughtiness toward all he met you never could exact from him a fitting penalty. It would have been less dangerous to look steadily at the sun than at this man. Then, too, in the matter of punishments who could describe his cruel inventiveness? Why, he did not even let his closest kin alone! And that all this is not mere empty calumny against him you will soon find out if you summon up the men he murdered—but no, they are here unsummoned, as you see, and press about him and throttle him. All these men, Rhadamanthus, have met their death at the scoundrel’s hands, some of them entrapped in plots because of pretty wives, others because they were angry on account of sons outrageously kidnapped, others because they were rich, and others because they were honest and decent ind did not like his actions in the least.

RHADAMANTHUS What have you to say to this, you villain? MEGAPENTHES The murders which he speaks of I did commit, but in all the rest of it—the intrigues, the outrages against boys and the injuries to girls—in all that Cyniscus has maligned me. CYNISCUS Then for that too, Rhadamanthus, I shall produce you witnesses. RHADAMANTHUS Whom do you mean? CYNISCUS Hermes, please summon up his lamp and his bed, for they will appear in person and testify to the things that they know he has done. HERMES Bed and Lamp of Megapenthes, appear. They have been so good as to comply. RHADAMANTHUS Now then, tell us what you know this man Megapenthes to have done. You speak first, Bed. BED All that Cyniscus has charged is true. But I am ashamed, Rhadamanthus, my lord, to speak of these matters, such were the deeds he did upon me. RHADAMANTHUS Well, you give the clearest of testimony against him by your very reluctance to speak of the facts. Now, Lamp, it is your turn to testify. LAMP I did not see what happened by day, for I was not there, and what went on at night I am loth to say; I witnessed many things, however, that were unspeakable and overleaped the bounds of all outrageousness. In fact, I often tried of my own accord to keep my wick from drinking the oil, for I wanted to go out; but he for his part even put me closer to the scene and polluted my light in every way.

RHADAMANTHUS Enough witnesses! Come, strip off your purple robe that we may see the number of your marks. Well, well! The fellow isall livid and crisscrossed; indeed, he is black and blue with marks. How can he be punished? Shall he be thrown into the River of Burning Fire or turned over to Cerberus? CYNISCUS No, no! If you like, I will suggest you a punishment that is new and fits his crime. RHADAMANTHUS Speak out; I shall be most grateful to you for it. CYNISCUS It is customary, I believe, for all the dead to drink the water of Lethe? RHADAMANTHUS Certainly. CYNISCUS Then let this man be the only one not to drink it.

RHADAMANTHUS Why, pray? CYNISCUS He will pay a bitter penalty in that way, by remembering what he was and how much power he had in the upper world, and reviewing his life of luxury. RHADAMANTHUS Good! Let sentence stand in that form, and let the fellow be taken off and put in fetters near Tantalus, to remember what he did in life.