MENIPPUS

And yet the pair of you, Trophonius and Amphilochus, though shades, have somehow or other been thought worthy of temples, and are considered prophets, and empty-headed men have taken you for gods!

AMPHILOCHUS

Well, how is that our fault, if they are so silly as to think such things about Dead Men?

MENIPPUS

They would never have done so but for all your mysterious talk in your lifetime, and your pretence of knowing the future and foretelling it to anyone who asked.

TROPHONIUS

My good Menippus, Amphilochus here will know what answer to give on his own behalf, but, as for me, I am a hero and prophesy if anyone comes down to me. But I don’t think you’ve visited Lebadea at all, or you wouldn’t be so sceptical.

MENIPPUS

What’s that? Must I go to Lebadea, and make a fool of myself wearing linen and carrying a pancake in my hands, and crawl into your cave through that passage that’s so low, in order to be able to tell that you’re dead just like us, surpassing us only in your false pretences? But, in the name of prophecy, what is a hero? I don’t know.

TROPHONIUS

A compound of god and man.

MENIPPUS

Something neither man nor god, you mean, but both at once? Well then, where has your divine half gone at present?

TROPHONIUS

It’s prophesying, Menippus, in Boeotia.

MENIPPUS

I don’t know what you mean, Trophonius; but I can see quite clearly that all of you is dead.

Charon

I'll tell you how things stand. Our craft, as you see, is small, and leaky, and three-parts rotten; a single lurch, and she will capsize without more ado. And here are all you passengers, each with his luggage. If you come on board like that, I am afraid you may have cause to repent it; especially those who have not learnt to swim.

Hermes

Then how are we to make a trip of it?

Charon

I'll tell you. They must leave all this nonsense behind them on shore, and come aboard in their skins. As it is, there will be no room to spare. And in future, Hermes, mind you admit no one till he has cleared himself of encumbrances, as I say. Stand by the gangway, and keep an eye on them, and make them strip before you let them pass.

Hermes

Very good. Well, Number One, who are you?

Menippus

Menippus. Here are my wallet and staff; overboard with them. I had the sense not to bring my cloak.

Hermes

Pass on, Menippus; you’re a good fellow; you shall have the seat of honour, up by the pilot, where you can see every one.—

Hermes

Here is a handsome person; who is he?

Charmoleos

Charmoleos of Megara; the irresistible, whose kiss was worth a thousand pounds,

Hermes

That beauty must come off,—lips, kisses, and all; the flowing locks, the blushing cheeks, the skin entire. That’s right. Now we're in better trim;—you may pass on.—

Hermes

And who is the stunning gentleman in the purple and the diadem?

Lampichus

I am Lampichus, tyrant of Gela.

Hermes

And what is all this splendour doing here, Lampichus?

Lampichus

How! would you have a tyrant come hither stripped?

Hermes

A tyrant! That would be too much to expect. But with a shade we must insist. Off with these things.

Lampichus

There, then:-away goes my wealth.

Hermes

Pomp must go too, and pride; we shall be overfreighted else.

Lampichus

At least let me keep my diadem and robes.

Hermes

No, no; off they come!

Lampichus

Well? That is all, as you see for yourself.

Hermes

There is something more yet: cruelty, folly, insolence, hatred.

Lampichus

There then: I am bare.

Hermes

Pass on.—And who may you be, my bulky friend?

Damasias

Damasias the athlete.

Hermes

To be sure; many is the time I have seen you in the gymnasium.

Damasias

You have. Well, I have peeled; let me pass.

Hermes

Peeled! my dear sir, what, with all this fleshy encumbrance? Come, off with it; we should go to the bottom if you put one foot aboard. And those crowns, those victories, remove them.

Damasias

There; no mistake about it this time; I am as light as any shade among them.

Hermes

That’s more the kind of thing. On with you.—Crato, you can take off that wealth and luxury and effeminacy; and we can’t have that funeral pomp here, nor those ancestral glories either; down with your rank and reputation, and any votes of thanks or inscriptions you have about you; and you need not tell us what size your tomb was; remarks of that kind come heavy.

Crato

Well, if I must, I must; there’s no help for it.

Hermes

Hullo! in full armour? What does this mean? and why this trophy?

A General

I am a great conqueror; a valiant warrior; my country’s pride.

Hermes

The trophy may stop behind; we are at peace; there is no demand for arms.—

Hermes

Whom have we here? whose is this knitted brow, this flowing beard? 'Tis some reverend sage, if outside goes for anything; he mutters; he is wrapped in meditation.

Menippus

That’s a philosopher, Hermes; and an impudent quack into the bargain. Have him out of that cloak; you will find something to amuse you underneath it.

Hermes

Off with your clothes first; and then we will see to the rest. My goodness, what a bundle: quackery, ignorance, quarrelsomeness, vainglory; idle questionings, prickly arguments, intricate conceptions; humbug and gammon and wishywashy hair-splittings without end; and hullo! why here’s avarice, and self-indulgence, and impudence! luxury, effeminacy and peevishness!—Yes, I see them all; you need not try to hide them. Away with falsehood and swagger and superciliousness; why, the three-decker is not built that would hold you with all this luggage.

A Philosopher

I resign them all, since such is your bidding.

Menippus

Have his beard off too, Hermes; only look what a ponderous bush of a thing! There’s a good five pounds’ weight there.

Hermes

Yes; the beard must go.

A Philosopher

And who shall shave me?

Hermes

Menippus here shall take it off with the carpenter’s axe; the gangway will serve for a block.

Menippus

Oh, can’t I have a saw, Hermes? It would be much better fun.

Hermes

The axe must serve.—Shrewdly chopped!—Why, you look more like a man and less like a goat already.

Menippus

A little off the eyebrows?

Hermes

Why, certainly; he has trained them up all over his forehead, for reasons best known to himself—Worm! what, snivelling? afraid of death? Oh, get on board with you.

Menippus

He has still got the biggest thumper of all under his arm.

Hermes

What’s that?

Menippus

Flattery; many is the good turn that has done him.

A Philosopher

Oh, all right, Menippus; suppose you leave your independence behind you, and your plain-speaking, and your indifference, and your high spirit, and your jests!—No one else here has a jest about him.

Hermes

Don’t you, Menippus! you stick to them; useful commodities, these, on shipboard; light and handy.—

Hermes

You rhetorician there, with your verbosities and your barbarisms, your antitheses and balances and periods, off with the whole pack of them.

A Rhetorician

Away they go.

Hermes

All’s ready. Loose the cable, and pull in the gangway; haul up the anchor; spread all sail; and, pilot, look to your helm. Good luck to our voyage!—

Hermes

What are you all whining about, you fools? You philosopher, late of the beard,—you’re as bad as any of them.

A Philosopher

Ah, Hermes: I had thought that the soul was immortal.

Menippus

He lies: that is not the cause of his distress.

Hermes

What is it, then?

Menippus

He knows that he will never have a good dinner again; never sneak about at night with his cloak over his head, going the round of the brothels; never spend his mornings in fooling boys out of their money, under the pretext of teaching them wisdom.

A Philosopher

And pray are you content to be dead?

Menippus

It may be presumed so, as I sought death of my own accord.—

Menippus

By the way, I surely heard a noise, as if people were shouting on the earth?

Hermes

You did; and from more than one quarter.—There are people running in a body to the Town-hall, exulting over the death of Lampichus; the women have got hold of his wife; his infant children fare no better,—the boys are giving them a handsome pelting. Then again you hear the applause that greets the orator Diophantus, as he pronounces the funeral oration of our friend Crato. Ah yes, and that’s Damasias’s mother, with her women, striking up a dirge. No one has a tear for you, Menippus; your remains are left in peace. Privileged person!

Menippus

Wait a bit: before long you will hear the mournful howl of dogs, and the beating of crows’ wings, as they gather to perform my funeral rites.

Hermes

I like your spirit——However, here we are in port. Away with you all to the judgement-seat; it is straight ahead. The ferryman and I must go back for a fresh load.

Menippus

Good voyage to you, Hermes.—Let us be getting on; what are you all waiting for? We have got to face the judge, sooner or later; and by all accounts his sentences are no joke; wheels, rocks, vultures are mentioned. Every detail of our lives will now come to light!