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Πενία

ἐγὼ γὰρ ὑμᾶς ἐξολῶ κακοὺς κακῶς·

τόλμημα γὰρ τολμᾶτον οὐκ ἀνασχετόν,

ἀλλʼ οἷον οὐδεὶς ἄλλος οὐδεπώποτε
420

οὔτε θεὸς οὔτʼ ἄνθρωπος· ὥστʼ ἀπολώλατον.

Χρεμύλος

σὺ δʼ εἶ τίς; ὠχρὰ μὲν γὰρ εἶναί μοι δοκεῖς.

Βλεψίδημος

ἴσως Ἐρινύς ἐστιν ἐκ τραγῳδίας·

βλέπει γέ τοι μανικόν τι καὶ τραγῳδικόν.

Χρεμύλος

ἀλλʼ οὐκ ἔχει γὰρ δᾷδας.
425

Βλεψίδημος

οὐκοῦν κλαύσεται.

Πενία

ὄιεσθε δʼ εἶναι τίνα με;

Χρεμύλος

πανδοκεύτριαν

ἢ λεκιθόπωλιν. οὐ γὰρ ἂν τοσουτονὶ

ἀνέκραγες ἡμῖν οὐδὲν ἠδικημένη.

Πενία

ἄληθες; οὐ γὰρ δεινότατα δεδράκατον

ζητοῦντες ἐκ πάσης με χώρας ἐκβαλεῖν;
430

Χρεμύλος

οὔκουν ὑπόλοιπον τὸ βάραθρόν σοι γίγνεται;

ἀλλʼ ἥτις εἶ λέγειν σʼ ἐχρῆν αὐτίκα μάλα.

Πενία

ἣ σφὼ ποιήσω τήμερον δοῦναι δίκην

ἀνθʼ ὧν ἐμὲ ζητεῖτον ἐνθένδʼ ἀφανίσαι.

Βλεψίδημος

ἆρʼ ἐστὶν ἡ καπηλὶς ἡκ τῶν γειτόνων,
435

ἣ ταῖς κοτύλαις ἀεί με διαλυμαίνεται;

Πενία

Πενία μὲν οὖν, ἣ σφῷν ξυνοικῶ πόλλʼ ἔτη.

Βλεψίδημος

ἄναξ Ἄπολλον καὶ θεοί, ποῖ τις φύγῃ;

Χρεμύλος

οὗτος τί δρᾷς; ὦ δειλότατον σὺ θηρίον·

οὐ παραμενεῖς;
440

Βλεψίδημος

ἥκιστα πάντων.

Χρεμύλος

οὐ μενεῖς;

ἀλλʼ ἄνδρε δύο γυναῖκα φεύγομεν μίαν;

Βλεψίδημος

Πενία γάρ ἐστιν ὦ πόνηρʼ, ἧς οὐδαμοῦ

οὐδὲν πέφυκε ζῷον ἐξωλέστερον.

Χρεμύλος

στῆθʼ, ἀντιβολῶ σε, στῆθι.

Βλεψίδημος

μὰ Δίʼ ἐγὼ μὲν οὔ.

Χρεμύλος

καὶ μὴν λέγω, δεινότατον ἔργον παρὰ πολὺ
445

ἔργων ἁπάντων ἐργασόμεθʼ, εἰ τὸν θεὸν

ἔρημον ἀπολιπόντε ποι φευξούμεθα

τηνδὶ δεδιότε, μηδὲ διαμαχούμεθα.

Βλεψίδημος

ποίοις ὅπλοισιν ἢ δυνάμει πεποιθότες;

ποῖον γὰρ οὐ θώρακα, ποίαν δʼ ἀσπίδα
450

οὐκ ἐνέχυρον τίθησιν ἡ μιαρωτάτη;

Χρεμύλος

θάρρει· μόνος γὰρ ὁ θεὸς οὗτος οἶδʼ ὅτι

τροπαῖον ἂν στήσαιτο τῶν ταύτης τρόπων.

Πενία

γρύζειν δὲ καὶ τολμᾶτον ὦ καθάρματε,

ἐπʼ αὐτοφώρῳ δεινὰ δρῶντʼ εἰλημμένω;
455

Χρεμύλος

σὺ δʼ ὦ κάκιστʼ ἀπολουμένη τί λοιδορεῖ

ἡμῖν προσελθοῦσʼ οὐδʼ ὁτιοῦν ἀδικουμένη;

Πενία

οὐδὲν γὰρ ὦ πρὸς τῶν θεῶν νομίζετε

ἀδικεῖν με τὸν Πλοῦτον ποιεῖν πειρωμένω

βλέψαι πάλιν;
460

Χρεμύλος

τί οὖν ἀδικοῦμεν τοῦτό σε,

εἰ πᾶσιν ἀνθρώποισιν ἐκπορίζομεν

ἀγαθόν;

Πενία

τί δʼ ἂν ὑμεῖς ἀγαθὸν ἐξεύροιθʼ;

Χρεμύλος

ὅ τι;

σὲ πρῶτον ἐκβαλόντες ἐκ τῆς Ἑλλάδος.

Πενία

ἔμʼ ἐκβαλόντες; καὶ τί ἂν νομίζετον

κακὸν ἐργάσασθαι μεῖζον ἀνθρώπους;
465

Χρεμύλος

ὅ τι;

εἰ τοῦτο δρᾶν μέλλοντες ἐπιλαθοίμεθα.

Wealth. Aristophanes. ed. F. W. Hall, ed. William M. Geldart. Oxford. 1907.

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Πλοῦτος (Greek) (Aristophanes. Aristophanis Comoediae, Vol. 2. Hall, F. W. and Geldart, William M., editors. Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1907.)

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Poverty

My arm shall destroy you, you infamous beings! Such an attempt is not to be borne; 420 neither man nor god has ever dared the like. You shall die!

Chremylus

And who are you? Oh! what a ghastly pallor!

Blepsidemus

Perhaps it's some Erinys, some Fury, from the theater; there's a kind of wild tragic look in her eyes.

Chremylus

425 But she has no torch.

Blepsidemus

Let's knock her down!

Poverty

Who do you think I am?

Chremylus

Some wine-shop keeper or egg-woman. Otherwise you would not have shrieked so loud at us, who have done nothing to you.

Poverty

Indeed? And have you not done me the most deadly injury 430 by seeking to banish me from every country?

Chremylus

Why, have you not got the Barathrum left? But who are you? Answer me quickly!

Poverty

I am one that will punish you this very day for having wanted to make me disappear from here.

Blepsidemus

435 Might it be the tavern-keeper in my neighborhood, who is always cheating me in measure?

Poverty

I am Poverty, who have lived with you for so many years.

Blepsidemus

Oh! great Apollo! oh, ye gods! whither shall I fly?

He starts to run away.

Chremylus

Here! what are you doing! You coward! 440 Are you going to leave me here?

Blepsidemus
still running

Not I.

Chremylus

Stop then! Are two men to run away from one woman?

Blepsidemus

But, you wretch, it's Poverty, the most fearful monster that ever drew breath.

Chremylus

Stay where you are, I beg of you.

Blepsidemus

No! no! a thousand times, no!

Chremylus

445 Could we do anything worse than leave the god in the lurch and fly before this woman without so much as ever offering to fight?

Blepsidemus

But what weapons have we? Are we in a condition to show fight? 450 Where is the breastplate, the buckler, that this wretch has not pawned?

Chremylus

Be at ease. Plutus will readily triumph over her threats unaided.

Poverty

Dare you reply, you scoundrels, 455 you who are caught red-handed at the most horrible crime?

Chremylus

As for you, you cursed jade, you pursue me with your abuse, though I have never done you the slightest harm.

Poverty

Do you think it is doing me no harm 460 to restore Plutus to the use of his eyes?

Chremylus

Is this doing you harm, that we shower blessings on all men?

Poverty

And what do you think will ensure their happiness?

Chremylus

Ah! first of all we shall drive you out of Greece .

Poverty

Drive me out? Could you 465 do mankind a greater harm?

Chremylus

Yes —if I gave up my intention to deliver them from you.

English (Sanjaya, generated; selected passages) (OCR draft) Experimental (Source: pnadelofficial/aristophanes-sanjaya, commit c319590c139e5603e71f0699caa0663d823af8ad. Machine-generated source annotations retained; see Sanjaya import audit for coverage and limitations.) — 418 focus

Poverty: for I will utterly destroy you, wicked men, in a wicked way;

Poverty: for daring is not to be endured.

Poverty: But never has anyone been like anyone else.

420

Poverty: neither a god nor a human; so I am destroyed.

Chremylus: And who are you? For you seem to me to be pale.

Blepsidemus: Perhaps she is an Erinys from a tragedy;

Blepsydemus: It does indeed look something mad and tragic.

Chremylus: But he does not have torches, for he has none.

425

Blepsidemus: So he will cry.

Poverty: Do you think that I am someone?

Chremylus: a landlady

Chremylus: Or a leek-seller? For he would not have been so much

Chremylus: You shouted at us as though we had been wronged.

Poverty: Is it true? For I have not done the most terrible things.

Poverty: [Do you think that] seeking to expel [you] from every land?

430

Chremylus: So then, isn't the abyss becoming a remainder for you?

Chremylus: But what should you have said immediately?

Poverty: I will make you two pay the penalty today.

Poverty: for these things they were seeking to destroy me from here.

Blepsidemus: Is the shopkeeper one of the neighbors?

435

Blepsydemus: Does it always make me dizzy with its jugs?

Poverty: Poverty, then, who has lived with you both for many years.

Blepsidemus: Lord Apollo and gods, where can one flee?

Chremylus: What is this one doing? O most cowardly beast of a man;

Chremylus: Are you not staying with me?

440

Blepsidemus: By far the least of all.

Chremylus: Will you not stay?

Chremylus: But do we two men flee from one woman?

Blepsydemus: For it is Poverty, you wretch, from whom [one gets] nowhere.

Blepsidemus: No creature has a nature more wretched.

Chremylus: Stand still, I beg you, stand still.

Blepsydemus: By Zeus, I certainly do not.

Chremylus: Yes, I say, by far the most amazing thing.

445

Chremylus: We shall undertake all tasks, if [we have] the god

Chremylus: Having left a deserted place, where shall we flee?

Chremylus: I am afraid of this, and let us not argue.

Blepsydemus: On what weapons or power do you rely?

Blepsydemus: For which breastplate is not [his], and which shield is not [his]?

450

Blepsydemus: Does that most filthy one not put up a pledge?

Chremylus: Courage; for only this god knows that

Chremylus: He would set up a trophy of these tricks.

Poverty: but even you, you scum, dare to hiss!

Poverty: Caught in the very act of doing terrible things?

455

Chremylus: But you, most wretched woman, why are you reviling me as you wash?

Chremylus: Has she come over to us without being wronged in the least?

Poverty: for you do not believe anything, I beg you, by the gods

Poverty: [she says that] Poverty tries to make me commit injustice against Wealth.

Poverty: to look again?

460

Chremylus: So what wrong are we doing to you,

Chremylus: if we provide for all men

Chremylus: "Good?"

Poverty: What good could you discover?

Chremylus: What?

Chremylus: after having first expelled you from Greece.

Poverty: Having thrown me out? And what would you suppose?

Poverty: Is it worse for humans to work?

465

Chremylus: What?

Chremylus: if, while intending to do this, we were to forget.

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Χρεμύλος σὺ δʼ εἶ τίς; ὠχρὰ μὲν γὰρ εἶναί μοι δοκεῖς.

Βλεψίδημος ἴσως Ἐρινύς ἐστιν ἐκ τραγῳδίας· βλέπει γέ τοι μανικόν τι καὶ τραγῳδικόν.

Χρεμύλος ἀλλʼ οὐκ ἔχει γὰρ δᾷδας. 425

Βλεψίδημος οὐκοῦν κλαύσεται.

Πενία ὄιεσθε δʼ εἶναι τίνα με;

Χρεμύλος πανδοκεύτριαν ἢ λεκιθόπωλιν. οὐ γὰρ ἂν τοσουτονὶ ἀνέκραγες ἡμῖν οὐδὲν ἠδικημένη.

Πενία ἄληθες; οὐ γὰρ δεινότατα δεδράκατον ζητοῦντες ἐκ πάσης με χώρας ἐκβαλεῖν; 430

Χρεμύλος οὔκουν ὑπόλοιπον τὸ βάραθρόν σοι γίγνεται; ἀλλʼ ἥτις εἶ λέγειν σʼ ἐχρῆν αὐτίκα μάλα.

Πενία ἣ σφὼ ποιήσω τήμερον δοῦναι δίκην ἀνθʼ ὧν ἐμὲ ζητεῖτον ἐνθένδʼ ἀφανίσαι.

Βλεψίδημος ἆρʼ ἐστὶν ἡ καπηλὶς ἡκ τῶν γειτόνων, 435 ἣ ταῖς κοτύλαις ἀεί με διαλυμαίνεται;

Πενία Πενία μὲν οὖν, ἣ σφῷν ξυνοικῶ πόλλʼ ἔτη.

Βλεψίδημος ἄναξ Ἄπολλον καὶ θεοί, ποῖ τις φύγῃ;

Χρεμύλος οὗτος τί δρᾷς; ὦ δειλότατον σὺ θηρίον· οὐ παραμενεῖς; 440

Βλεψίδημος ἥκιστα πάντων.

Χρεμύλος οὐ μενεῖς; ἀλλʼ ἄνδρε δύο γυναῖκα φεύγομεν μίαν;

Βλεψίδημος Πενία γάρ ἐστιν ὦ πόνηρʼ, ἧς οὐδαμοῦ οὐδὲν πέφυκε ζῷον ἐξωλέστερον.

Χρεμύλος στῆθʼ, ἀντιβολῶ σε, στῆθι.

Βλεψίδημος μὰ Δίʼ ἐγὼ μὲν οὔ.

Βλεψίδημος ποίοις ὅπλοισιν ἢ δυνάμει πεποιθότες; ποῖον γὰρ οὐ θώρακα, ποίαν δʼ ἀσπίδα 450 οὐκ ἐνέχυρον τίθησιν ἡ μιαρωτάτη;

Χρεμύλος θάρρει· μόνος γὰρ ὁ θεὸς οὗτος οἶδʼ ὅτι τροπαῖον ἂν στήσαιτο τῶν ταύτης τρόπων.

Πενία γρύζειν δὲ καὶ τολμᾶτον ὦ καθάρματε, ἐπʼ αὐτοφώρῳ δεινὰ δρῶντʼ εἰλημμένω; 455

Χρεμύλος σὺ δʼ ὦ κάκιστʼ ἀπολουμένη τί λοιδορεῖ ἡμῖν προσελθοῦσʼ οὐδʼ ὁτιοῦν ἀδικουμένη;

Πενία οὐδὲν γὰρ ὦ πρὸς τῶν θεῶν νομίζετε ἀδικεῖν με τὸν Πλοῦτον ποιεῖν πειρωμένω βλέψαι πάλιν; 460

Χρεμύλος τί οὖν ἀδικοῦμεν τοῦτό σε, εἰ πᾶσιν ἀνθρώποισιν ἐκπορίζομεν ἀγαθόν;

Πενία τί δʼ ἂν ὑμεῖς ἀγαθὸν ἐξεύροιθʼ;

Χρεμύλος ὅ τι; σὲ πρῶτον ἐκβαλόντες ἐκ τῆς Ἑλλάδος.

Πενία ἔμʼ ἐκβαλόντες; καὶ τί ἂν νομίζετον κακὸν ἐργάσασθαι μεῖζον ἀνθρώπους; 465

Χρεμύλος ὅ τι; εἰ τοῦτο δρᾶν μέλλοντες ἐπιλαθοίμεθα.

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Poverty My arm shall destroy you, you infamous beings! Such an attempt is not to be borne; 420 neither man nor god has ever dared the like. You shall die!

Chremylus And who are you? Oh! what a ghastly pallor!

Blepsidemus Perhaps it's some Erinys, some Fury, from the theater; there's a kind of wild tragic look in her eyes.

Chremylus 425 But she has no torch.

Blepsidemus Let's knock her down!

Poverty Who do you think I am?

Chremylus Some wine-shop keeper or egg-woman. Otherwise you would not have shrieked so loud at us, who have done nothing to you.

Poverty Indeed? And have you not done me the most deadly injury 430 by seeking to banish me from every country?

Chremylus Why, have you not got the Barathrum left? But who are you? Answer me quickly!

Poverty I am one that will punish you this very day for having wanted to make me disappear from here.

Blepsidemus 435 Might it be the tavern-keeper in my neighborhood, who is always cheating me in measure?

Poverty I am Poverty, who have lived with you for so many years.

Blepsidemus Oh! great Apollo! oh, ye gods! whither shall I fly?

Chremylus Here! what are you doing! You coward! 440 Are you going to leave me here?

Blepsidemus still running Not I.

Chremylus Stop then! Are two men to run away from one woman?

Blepsidemus But, you wretch, it's Poverty, the most fearful monster that ever drew breath.

Chremylus Stay where you are, I beg of you.

Blepsidemus No! no! a thousand times, no!

Chremylus 445 Could we do anything worse than leave the god in the lurch and fly before this woman without so much as ever offering to fight?

Blepsidemus But what weapons have we? Are we in a condition to show fight? 450 Where is the breastplate, the buckler, that this wretch has not pawned?

Chremylus Be at ease. Plutus will readily triumph over her threats unaided.

Poverty Dare you reply, you scoundrels, 455 you who are caught red-handed at the most horrible crime?

Chremylus As for you, you cursed jade, you pursue me with your abuse, though I have never done you the slightest harm.

Poverty Do you think it is doing me no harm 460 to restore Plutus to the use of his eyes?

Chremylus Is this doing you harm, that we shower blessings on all men?

Poverty And what do you think will ensure their happiness?

Chremylus Ah! first of all we shall drive you out of Greece .

Poverty Drive me out? Could you 465 do mankind a greater harm?

Chremylus Yes —if I gave up my intention to deliver them from you.

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Χρεμύλος

σὺ δʼ εἶ τίς; ὠχρὰ μὲν γὰρ εἶναί μοι δοκεῖς.

Βλεψίδημος

ἴσως Ἐρινύς ἐστιν ἐκ τραγῳδίας·

βλέπει γέ τοι μανικόν τι καὶ τραγῳδικόν.

Χρεμύλος

ἀλλʼ οὐκ ἔχει γὰρ δᾷδας.
425

Βλεψίδημος

οὐκοῦν κλαύσεται.

Πενία

ὄιεσθε δʼ εἶναι τίνα με;

Χρεμύλος

πανδοκεύτριαν

ἢ λεκιθόπωλιν. οὐ γὰρ ἂν τοσουτονὶ

ἀνέκραγες ἡμῖν οὐδὲν ἠδικημένη.

Πενία

ἄληθες; οὐ γὰρ δεινότατα δεδράκατον

ζητοῦντες ἐκ πάσης με χώρας ἐκβαλεῖν;
430

Χρεμύλος

οὔκουν ὑπόλοιπον τὸ βάραθρόν σοι γίγνεται;

ἀλλʼ ἥτις εἶ λέγειν σʼ ἐχρῆν αὐτίκα μάλα.

Πενία

ἣ σφὼ ποιήσω τήμερον δοῦναι δίκην

ἀνθʼ ὧν ἐμὲ ζητεῖτον ἐνθένδʼ ἀφανίσαι.

Βλεψίδημος

ἆρʼ ἐστὶν ἡ καπηλὶς ἡκ τῶν γειτόνων,
435

ἣ ταῖς κοτύλαις ἀεί με διαλυμαίνεται;

Πενία

Πενία μὲν οὖν, ἣ σφῷν ξυνοικῶ πόλλʼ ἔτη.

Βλεψίδημος

ἄναξ Ἄπολλον καὶ θεοί, ποῖ τις φύγῃ;

Χρεμύλος

οὗτος τί δρᾷς; ὦ δειλότατον σὺ θηρίον·

οὐ παραμενεῖς;
440

Βλεψίδημος

ἥκιστα πάντων.

Χρεμύλος

οὐ μενεῖς;

ἀλλʼ ἄνδρε δύο γυναῖκα φεύγομεν μίαν;

Βλεψίδημος

Πενία γάρ ἐστιν ὦ πόνηρʼ, ἧς οὐδαμοῦ

οὐδὲν πέφυκε ζῷον ἐξωλέστερον.

Χρεμύλος

στῆθʼ, ἀντιβολῶ σε, στῆθι.

Βλεψίδημος

μὰ Δίʼ ἐγὼ μὲν οὔ.

Βλεψίδημος

ποίοις ὅπλοισιν ἢ δυνάμει πεποιθότες;

ποῖον γὰρ οὐ θώρακα, ποίαν δʼ ἀσπίδα
450

οὐκ ἐνέχυρον τίθησιν ἡ μιαρωτάτη;

Χρεμύλος

θάρρει· μόνος γὰρ ὁ θεὸς οὗτος οἶδʼ ὅτι

τροπαῖον ἂν στήσαιτο τῶν ταύτης τρόπων.

Πενία

γρύζειν δὲ καὶ τολμᾶτον ὦ καθάρματε,

ἐπʼ αὐτοφώρῳ δεινὰ δρῶντʼ εἰλημμένω;
455

Χρεμύλος

σὺ δʼ ὦ κάκιστʼ ἀπολουμένη τί λοιδορεῖ

ἡμῖν προσελθοῦσʼ οὐδʼ ὁτιοῦν ἀδικουμένη;

Πενία

οὐδὲν γὰρ ὦ πρὸς τῶν θεῶν νομίζετε

ἀδικεῖν με τὸν Πλοῦτον ποιεῖν πειρωμένω

βλέψαι πάλιν;
460

Χρεμύλος

τί οὖν ἀδικοῦμεν τοῦτό σε,

εἰ πᾶσιν ἀνθρώποισιν ἐκπορίζομεν

ἀγαθόν;

Πενία

τί δʼ ἂν ὑμεῖς ἀγαθὸν ἐξεύροιθʼ;

Χρεμύλος

ὅ τι;

σὲ πρῶτον ἐκβαλόντες ἐκ τῆς Ἑλλάδος.

Πενία

ἔμʼ ἐκβαλόντες; καὶ τί ἂν νομίζετον

κακὸν ἐργάσασθαι μεῖζον ἀνθρώπους;
465

Χρεμύλος

ὅ τι;

εἰ τοῦτο δρᾶν μέλλοντες ἐπιλαθοίμεθα.

Poverty

My arm shall destroy you, you infamous beings! Such an attempt is not to be borne; 420 neither man nor god has ever dared the like. You shall die!

Chremylus

And who are you? Oh! what a ghastly pallor!

Blepsidemus

Perhaps it's some Erinys, some Fury, from the theater; there's a kind of wild tragic look in her eyes.

Chremylus

425 But she has no torch.

Blepsidemus

Let's knock her down!

Poverty

Who do you think I am?

Chremylus

Some wine-shop keeper or egg-woman. Otherwise you would not have shrieked so loud at us, who have done nothing to you.

Poverty

Indeed? And have you not done me the most deadly injury 430 by seeking to banish me from every country?

Chremylus

Why, have you not got the Barathrum left? But who are you? Answer me quickly!

Poverty

I am one that will punish you this very day for having wanted to make me disappear from here.

Blepsidemus

435 Might it be the tavern-keeper in my neighborhood, who is always cheating me in measure?

Poverty

I am Poverty, who have lived with you for so many years.

Blepsidemus

Oh! great Apollo! oh, ye gods! whither shall I fly?

Chremylus

Here! what are you doing! You coward! 440 Are you going to leave me here?

Blepsidemus
still running

Not I.

Chremylus

Stop then! Are two men to run away from one woman?

Blepsidemus

But, you wretch, it's Poverty, the most fearful monster that ever drew breath.

Chremylus

Stay where you are, I beg of you.

Blepsidemus

No! no! a thousand times, no!

Chremylus

445 Could we do anything worse than leave the god in the lurch and fly before this woman without so much as ever offering to fight?

Blepsidemus

But what weapons have we? Are we in a condition to show fight? 450 Where is the breastplate, the buckler, that this wretch has not pawned?

Chremylus

Be at ease. Plutus will readily triumph over her threats unaided.

Poverty

Dare you reply, you scoundrels, 455 you who are caught red-handed at the most horrible crime?

Chremylus

As for you, you cursed jade, you pursue me with your abuse, though I have never done you the slightest harm.

Poverty

Do you think it is doing me no harm 460 to restore Plutus to the use of his eyes?

Chremylus

Is this doing you harm, that we shower blessings on all men?

Poverty

And what do you think will ensure their happiness?

Chremylus

Ah! first of all we shall drive you out of Greece .

Poverty

Drive me out? Could you 465 do mankind a greater harm?

Chremylus

Yes —if I gave up my intention to deliver them from you.