Well! what do you want?
I come to thank the god for all the blessings he has showered on
me. My father had left me a fairly decent fortune, and I helped
those of my friends who were in want; it was, to my thinking, the most
useful thing I could do with my fortune.
And you were quickly ruined?
And since then you have been living in misery?
Quite; I thought I could count, in case of need, upon the
friends whose property I had helped, but they turned their backs
upon me and pretended not to see me.
They laughed at you, that's obvious.
Quite. With my empty coffers, I had no more friends. But my lot
has changed, and so I come to the god to make him the acts of
gratitude that are his due.
But why are you bringing this old cloak, which your slave is
carrying! Tell me.
I wish to dedicate it to the god.
Were you initiated into the Great Mysteries in that cloak?
No, but I shivered in it for thirteen years.
And this footwear?
These also are my winter companions.
And you wish to dedicate them too?
Fine presents to offer to the god!
(An INFORMER enters, followed by a witness.)
INFORMER (before he sees CARIO)
Alas! alas! I am a lost man. Ah! thrice, four, five, twelve times,
or rather ten thousand times unhappy fate! Why, why must fortune
deal me such rough blows?
Oh, Apollo, my tutelary! oh! ye favourable gods! what has
overtaken this man?
INFORMER (to CARIO)
Ah! am I not deserving of pity? I have lost everything; this
cursed god has stripped me bare. Ah! if there be justice in heaven, he
shall be struck blind again,
I think I know what's the matter. If this man is unfortunate, it's
because he's of little account and small honesty; and indeed he
looks it too.
Then, by Zeus! his plight is but just.
He promised that if he recovered his sight, he would enrich us all