ARISTOPHANES' FROGS
17
Dionysus.
All right.—Why, here's a funeral, just in time.
[Enter a Funeral on the right.
Here, sir—it's you I'm addressing—the defunct;
Do you care to carry a few traps to Hades?
The Corpse (sitting up).
How heavy?
Dionysus.
What you see.
Corpse.
You'll pay two drachmas?
Dionysus.
Oh, come, that's rather much.
Corpse.
Bearers, move on!
Dionysus.
My good man, wait! See if we can't arrange.
Corpse.
Two drachmas down, or else don't talk to me.
Dionysus.
Nine obols?
Corpse (lying down again).
Strike me living if I will!
[Exit the Funeral.
Xanthias.
That dog's too proud! He'll come to a bad end.—
Well, I'll be porter.
