Megapenthes.
A word in your ear, madam; no one else must hear this.—Sirs, withdraw for a space.—Clotho, if you will let me escape, I pledge myself to give you a quarter of a million sterling this very day.
Clotho
Ha, ha! So your millions are still running in your head?
Megapenthes.
Shall I throw in the two mixing-bowls that I got by the murder of Cleocritus? They weigh a couple of tons apiece; refined gold!
Clotho
Drag him up. We shall never get him to come on board by himself.
Megapenthes.
I call you all to witness! My city-wall, my docks, remain unfinished. I only wanted five days more to complete them.
Clotho
Never mind. It will be another’s work now.
Megapenthes.
Stay! One request I can make with a clear conscience.
Clotho
Well?
Megapenthes.
Suffer me only to complete the conquest of Persia; and to impose tribute on Lydia; ... and erect a colossal monument to myself, ... and inscribe thereon the military achievements of my life. Then let me die.
Clotho
Creature, this is no single day’s reprieve: you would want something like twenty years.
Cataplus. Lucian. Henry Watson Fowler (Translator), Francis George Fowler (Translator). Medford, MA, USA. 2023-08-01.
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Funding provided by National Endowment for the Humanities.