CHREMYLUS. 'Twas no fool. He knew how to drag drachmae from a hot-blooded old woman. OLD WOMAN. Ah! the god has done very, very wrong, saying he would support the victims of injustice. CHREMYLUS. Well, what must he do? Speak, and it shall be done. OLD WOMAN. 'Tis right to 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. CHREMYLUS. And did he not do this every night? OLD WOMAN. He swore he would never leave me, as long as I lived. CHREMYLUS. Aye, rightly; but he thinks you are no longer alive.[799] OLD WOMAN. Ah! friend, I am pining away with grief. CHREMYLUS. You are rotting away, it seems to me. OLD WOMAN. I have grown so thin, I could slip through a ring. CHREMYLUS. Yes, if 'twere as large as the hoop of a sieve. OLD WOMAN. But here is the youth, the cause of my complaint; he looks as though he were going to a festival. CHREMYLUS. Yes, if his chaplet and his torch are any guides. YOUTH. Greeting to you. OLD WOMAN. What does he say? YOUTH. My ancient old dear, you have grown white very quickly, by heaven! OLD WOMAN. Oh! what an insult! CHREMYLUS. It is a long time, then, since he saw you? OLD WOMAN. A long time? My god! he was with me yesterday. CHREMYLUS. It must be, then, that, unlike other people, he sees more clearly when he's drunk. OLD WOMAN. No, but I have always known him for an insolent fellow. YOUTH. Oh! divine Posidon! Oh, ye gods of old age! what wrinkles she has on her face! OLD WOMAN. Oh! oh! keep your distance with that torch. CHREMYLUS. Yes, 'twould be as well; if a single spark were to reach her, she would catch alight like an old olive branch. YOUTH. I propose to have a game with you. OLD WOMAN. Where, naughty boy? YOUTH. Here. Take some nuts in your hand. OLD WOMAN. What game is this? YOUTH. Let's play at guessing how many teeth you have. CHREMYLUS. Ah! I'll tell you; she's got three, or perhaps four. YOUTH. Pay up; you've lost! she has only one single grinder. OLD WOMAN. You wretch! you're not in your right senses. Do you insult me thus before this crowd? YOUTH. I am washing you thoroughly; 'tis doing you a service. CHREMYLUS. No, no! as she is there, she can still deceive; but if this white-lead is washed off, her wrinkles would come out plainly. OLD WOMAN. You are only an old fool! YOUTH. Ah! he is playing the gallant, he is fondling your breasts, and thinks I do not see it. OLD WOMAN. Oh! no, by Aphrodité, no, you naughty jealous fellow. CHREMYLUS. Oh! most certainly not, by Hecaté![800] Verily and indeed I would need to be mad! But, young man, I cannot forgive you, if you cast off this beautiful child. YOUTH. Why, I adore her. CHREMYLUS. But nevertheless she accuses you ... YOUTH. Accuses me of what? CHREMYLUS. ... of having told her insolently, "Once upon a time the Milesians were brave." YOUTH. Oh! I shall not dispute with you about her. CHREMYLUS. Why not?