Clotho
Then there was a Cynic philosopher, who was to have succumbed to a dinner with Dame Hecate, eked out with sacrificial eggs and a raw cuttle-fish; where is he?
Cynic
Here I stand this long time, my good Clotho. Now what had I done to deserve such a weary spell of life? You gave me pretty nearly a spindleful of it. I often tried to cut the thread and away; but somehow it never would give.
Clotho
I left you as a censor and physician of human frailties: pass on, and good luck to you.
Cynic
No, by Zeus! First let us see our captive safe on board. Your judgement might be perverted by his entreaties.
Cataplus. Lucian. Henry Watson Fowler (Translator), Francis George Fowler (Translator). Medford, MA, USA. 2023-08-01.
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