And next the breath of flutes will float around you,
And glorious sunshine, such as ours, you'll see,
And myrtle groves, and happy bands who clap
Their hands in triumph, men and women too.
And who are they?
The happy mystic bands,
And I'm the donkey in the mystery show.
But I'll not stand it, not one instant longer.
Who'll tell you everything you want to know.
You'll find them dwelling close beside the road
You are going to travel, just at Pluto's gate.
And fare thee well, my brother.
And to you Good cheer.
Now sirrah, pick you up the traps.
Before I've put them down?
And quickly too.
No, prithee, no: but hire a body, one
They're carrying out, on purpose for the trip.
If I can't find one?
Then I'll take them.
And see they are carrying out a body now.
Here a CORPSE, wrapped in its grave-clothes,
and lying on a bier, is carried across the stage.
Hallo! you there, you deadman, are you willing
To carry down our little traps to Hades?
What are they?
Two drachmas for the job?
Nay, that's too much.
Out of the pathway, you!
Beshrew thee, stop: may-be we'll strike a bargain.
Pay me two drachmas, or it's no use talking.
One and a half.
I'd liefer live again I
How absolute the knave is! He be hanged!
I'll go myself.
You're the right sort, my man.
Now to the ferry.