CARIO. What then? CHREMYLUS. A fine horse, a pack of hounds. CARIO. Aye, they would blush to ask for money and cleverly disguise their shame. CHREMYLUS. 'Tis in you that every art, all human inventions, have had their origin; 'tis through you that one man sits cutting leather in his shop. CARIO. That another fashions iron or wood. CHREMYLUS. That yet another chases the gold he has received from you. CARIO. That one is a fuller. CHREMYLUS. That t'other washes wool. CARIO. That this one is a tanner. CHREMYLUS. And that other sells onions. CARIO. And if the adulterer, caught red-handed, is depilated,[743] 'tis on account of you.[744] PLUTUS. Oh! great gods! I knew naught of all this! CARIO. Is it not he who lends the Great King all his pride? CHREMYLUS. Is it not he who draws the citizens to the Assembly?[745] CARIO. And tell me, is it not you who equip the triremes?[746] CHREMYLUS. And who feed our mercenaries at Corinth?[747] CARIO. Are not you the cause of Pamphilus' sufferings?[748] CHREMYLUS. And of the needle-seller's[749] with Pamphilus? CARIO. Is it not because of you that Agyrrhius[750] lets wind so loudly? CHREMYLUS. And that Philepsius[751] rolls off his fables? CARIO. That troops are sent to succour the Egyptians?[752] CHREMYLUS. And that Laïs is kept by Philonides?[753] CARIO. That the tower of Timotheus[754] ... CHREMYLUS. ... (_To Cario._) May it fall upon your head! (_To Plutus._) In short, Plutus, 'tis through you that everything is done; be it known to you that you are the sole cause both of good and evil. CARIO. In war, 'tis the flag under which you serve that victory favours. PLUTUS. What! I can do so many things by myself and unaided? CHREMYLUS. And many others besides; wherefore men are never tired of your gifts. They get weary of all else,--of love ... CARIO. Of bread. CHREMYLUS. Of music. CARIO. Of sweetmeats. CHREMYLUS. Of honours. CARIO. Of cakes. CHREMYLUS. Of battles. CARIO. Of figs. CHREMYLUS. Of ambition. CARIO. Of gruel. CHREMYLUS. Of military advancement. CARIO. Of lentils.[755] CHREMYLUS. But of you they never tire. Has a man got thirteen talents, he has all the greater ardour to possess sixteen; is that wish achieved, he will want forty or will complain that he knows not how to make the two ends meet. PLUTUS. All this, methinks, is very true; there is but one point that makes me feel a bit uneasy. CHREMYLUS. And that is? PLUTUS. How could I use this power, which you say I have? CHREMYLUS. Ah! they were quite right who said, there's nothing more timorous than Plutus. PLUTUS. No, no; it was a thief who calumniated me. Having broken into a house, he found everything locked up and could take nothing, so he dubbed my prudence fear. CHREMYLUS. Don't be disturbed; if you support me zealously, I'll make you more sharp-sighted than Lynceus.[756] PLUTUS. And how should you be able to do that, you, who are but a mortal?