FIRST MAN. Of old a centaur lived there. When the hermit came the centaur gave a shrill cry, wept and lamented, and galloped away. SECOND MAN. No. It was a white unicorn who lived in the cave. When it saw the hermit coming the unicorn knelt down and worshipped him. Many people saw it worshipping him. FIRST MAN. I have talked with people who saw it. . . . . . SECOND MAN. Some say he was a hewer of wood and worked for hire. But that may not be true. . . . . . MYRRHINA. What gods then do ye worship? Or do ye worship any gods? There are those who have no gods to worship. The philosophers who wear long beards and brown cloaks have no gods to worship. They wrangle with each other in the porticoes. The [ ] laugh at them. FIRST MAN. We worship seven gods. We may not tell their names. It is a very dangerous thing to tell the names of the gods. No one should ever tell the name of his god. Even the priests who praise the gods all day long, and eat of their food with them, do not call them by their right names. MYRRHINA. Where are these gods ye worship? FIRST MAN. We hide them in the folds of our tunics. We do not show them to any one. If we showed them to any one they might leave us. MYRRHINA. Where did ye meet with them? FIRST MAN. They were given to us by an embalmer of the dead who had found them in a tomb. We served him for seven years. MYRRHINA. The dead are terrible. I am afraid of Death. FIRST MAN. Death is not a god. He is only the servant of the gods. MYRRHINA. He is the only god I am afraid of. Ye have seen many of the gods? FIRST MAN. We have seen many of them. One sees them chiefly at night time. They pass one by very swiftly. Once we saw some of the gods at daybreak. They were walking across a plain. MYRRHINA. Once as I was passing through the market place I heard a sophist from Cilicia say that there is only one God. He said it before many people. FIRST MAN. That cannot be true. We have ourselves seen many, though we are but common men and of no account. When I saw them I hid myself in a bush. They did me no harm. . . . . . MYRRHINA. Tell me more about the beautiful young hermit. Talk to me about the beautiful young hermit who will not look on the face of woman. What is the story of his days? What mode of life has he? FIRST MAN. We do not understand you. MYRRHINA. What does he do, the beautiful young hermit? Does he sow or reap? Does he plant a garden or catch fish in a net? Does he weave linen on a loom? Does he set his hand to the wooden plough and walk behind the oxen? SECOND MAN. He being a very holy man does nothing. We are common men and of no account. We toll all day long in the sun. Sometimes the ground is very hard. MYRRHINA. Do the birds of the air feed him? Do the jackals share their booty with him?