the pots.
(She puts them on her head.)
CHREMYLUS
Those are strange pots indeed! Generally the scum rises to the,
top of the pots, but here the pots are raised to the top of the old
woman.
(PLUTUS begins to march solemnly off the stage;
the OLD WOMAN follows him.)

LEADER OF THE CHORUS
Let us withdraw without more tarrying, and follow the others,
singing as we go
(They do so.)
THE END