Chremylus: It is clear that someone was not a base person.
Chremylus: Then, once he is rich, he no longer delights in lentil soup.
Chremylus: but before this, he was devoured by poverty in every way.
1005
OLD WOMAN: And indeed, before that, every day, by the two goddesses,
Old Woman: She was always walking to my door.
Chremylus: To the funeral?
OLD WOMAN: By Zeus, but only the voice
Old Woman: I want to hear.
Chremylus: Well then, to be grateful.
Old Woman: And by Zeus, if he were to realize that I am grieving,
1010
Old Woman: she would have been washing the tub and the basin.
Chremylus: Then perhaps he would have asked you for shoes.
Old Woman: carried off by the great mysteries.
Old Woman: 'Why is someone looking at the wagon?'
Old Woman: I was beaten all day long because of this.
1015
Old Woman: So very jealous was the young man.
Chremylus: for he eats alone, it seems.
Old Woman: And she taught me to have very fine hands.
Chremylus: Whenever he offered even twenty drachmas.
Old Woman: She said that my skin had a sweet smell.
1020
Chremylus: If you have a Thasian [wine], by Zeus, it is only natural.
Old Woman: I wish that my glance were soft and beautiful.
Chremylus: He was not an ignorant man, but he knew.
Chremylus: A shrewish old woman is devouring my provisions.
Old Woman: Therefore, this is not how the god is acting, my dear man,
1025
Old Woman: claiming always to help those who are wronged.
Chremylus: For what will he do? Tell me, and it will be accomplished.
Old Woman: It is just, by Zeus, to force.
Old Woman: that after suffering well at my hands he should again make me a partner in his misfortunes,
Old Woman: Or is it not just to have anything good at all?
1030
Chremylus: Did he not, then, pay you back every night?
Woman: but she said that she would never leave me while I was still alive.
Chremylus: True. But now he thinks that you are no longer alive.
Old Woman: For indeed the pain has melted me away, dearest friend.
Chremylus: No, but you have rotted completely, at least it seems to me.
1035
Old Woman: Therefore, you would certainly have dragged me through a ring.
Chremylus: If, by chance, the ring were indeed a ring.
Old Woman: And indeed, this young man is approaching,
Old Woman: for whom I have long been a prosecutor;
Old Woman: It seems that we are to go to a feast.
1040
Chremylus: he goes along wearing a wreath and carrying a torch.
Old Woman: What does he say?
Young man: You have become white very quickly, by heaven.
Old Woman: Wretched am I of the insolence with which I am insulted.
Chremylus: It seems I have seen you after a long time.
1045
Old Woman: Whose talent was it, the one that was with me yesterday?
Chremylus: On the contrary, it has happened to the many, then;
Chremylus: for, as it seems, a drunkard sees more sharply.
Old Woman: No, but she is always undisciplined in her ways.
Young man: O Pontoposeidon and old gods,
1050
Young Man: the number of wrinkles in his face.
