That my glance was gentle and charming.
He was no fool. He knew how to drag drachmae from a sex-starved
Ah! the god has done very, very wrong, saying he would support the
victims of injustice.
Well, what should he do? Speak, and it shall be done.
Compel him, whom I have loaded with benefits, to repay them in his
turn; if not, he does not merit the least of the god's favours.
And did he not do this every night?
He swore he would never leave me, as long as I lived.
Aye, right but he thinks you are no longer alive.
Ah! friend, I am pining away with grief.
You are rotting away, it seems to me.
I have grown so thin, I could slip through a ring.
Yes, if it were as large as the hoop of a sieve.
(A young man enters,
wearing a garland on his head
and carrying a torch in his hand.)
But here is the youth, the cause of my complaint; he looks as
though he were going to a, festival.
Yes, if his chaplet and his torch are any guides.
YOUTH (to the OLD WOMAN, With cool politeness)
Greeting to you.
OLD WOMAN (in a puzzled tone)
What was that he said?
My ancient old dear, you have grown white very quickly, by heaven!
Oh! what an insult!
It is a long time, then, since he saw you?
A long time? My god! he was with me yesterday.
It must be, then, that, unlike other people, he sees more
clearly when he's drunk.
No, but I have always known him for an insolent fellow.
Oh! divine Posidon! Oh, ye gods of old age! what wrinkles she
has on her face! (He holds his torch close to her, in order to
inspect her more closely.)
Oh! oh! keep your distance with that torch.
It's just as well; if a single spark were to reach her, she
would catch fire like an old olive branch.
I propose to have a game with you.
OLD WOMAN (eagerly)