CHORUS. [_Missing_.]

CARIO. How pleasant it is, friends, to live well, especially when it

costs nothing! What a deluge of blessings flood our household, and that

too without our having wronged ever a soul! Ah! what a delightful thing

is wealth! The bin is full of white flour and the wine-jars run over with

fragrant liquor; all the chests are crammed with gold and silver, 'tis a

sight to see; the tank is full of oil,[788] the phials with perfumes, and

the garret with dried figs. Vinegar flasks, plates, stew-pots and all the

platters are of brass; our rotten old wooden trenchers for the fish have

to-day become dishes of silver; the very night-commode is of ivory. We

others, the slaves, we play at odd and even with gold pieces, and carry

luxury so far that we no longer wipe ourselves with stones, but use

garlic stalks instead. My master, at this moment, is crowned with flowers

and sacrificing a pig, a goat and a ram;[789] 'tis the smoke that has

driven me out, for I could no longer endure it, it hurt my eyes so.

A JUST MAN. Come, my child, come with me. Let us go and find the god.

CHREMYLUS. Who comes here?

JUST MAN. A man who was once wretched, but now is happy.

CHREMYLUS. A just man then?

JUST MAN. You have it.

CHREMYLUS. Well! what do you want?

JUST MAN. I come to thank the god for all the blessings he has showered

on me. My father had left me a fairly decent fortune, and I helped those

of my friends who were in want; 'twas, to my thinking, the most useful

thing I could do with my fortune.

CHREMYLUS. And you were quickly ruined?

JUST MAN. Entirely.

CHREMYLUS. Since then you have been living in misery?

JUST MAN. In truth I have; I thought I could count, in case of need, upon

the friends whose property I had helped, but they turned their backs upon

me and pretended not to see me.

CHREMYLUS. They laughed at you, 'tis evident.

JUST MAN. Just so. With my empty coffers, I had no more friends.

CHREMYLUS. But your lot has changed.

JUST MAN. Yes, and so I come to the god to make him the acts of gratitude

that are his due.

CHREMYLUS. But with what object now do you bring this old cloak, which

your slave is carrying? Tell me.

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