Clotho
Let me see; who is he?
Hermes
Megapenthes, son of Lacydes; tyrant.
Clotho
Come up, Megapenthes.
Megapenthes.
Nay, nay, my lady Clotho; suffer me to return for a little while, and I will come of my own accord, without waiting to be summoned,
Clotho
What do you want to go for?
Megapenthes.
I crave permission to complete my palace: I left the building half-finished.
Clotho
Pooh! Come along.
Megapenthes.
Oh Fate, I ask no long reprieve. Vouchsafe me this one day, that I may inform my wife where my great treasure lies buried.
Clotho
Impossible. 'Tis Fate’s decree.
Megapenthes.
And all that money is to be thrown away?
Clotho
Not thrown away. Be under no uneasiness. Your cousin Megacles will take charge of it.
Megapenthes.
Oh, monstrous! My enemy, whom from sheer good-nature I omitted to put to death?
Clotho
The same. He will survive you for rather more than forty years; in the full enjoyment of your harem, your wardrobe, and your treasure.
Megapenthes.
It is too bad of you, Clotho, to hand over my property to my worst enemy.
Clotho
My dear sir, it was Cydimachus’s property first, surely? You only succeeded to it by murdering him, and butchering his children before his eyes.
Megapenthes.
Yes, but it was mine after that.
Clotho
Well, and now your term of possession expires.
Cataplus. Lucian. Henry Watson Fowler (Translator), Francis George Fowler (Translator). Medford, MA, USA. 2023-08-01.
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