8
It’s not much time that I ask for, Lady of Destiny; let me stay just this one day, till I can give my wife directions about my money—the place where I kept my great treasure buried.
8
It is settled; you can’t be permitted.
8
Then is all that gold to be lost?
8
No, it will not be lost. Be easy on that score your cousin Megacles will get it.
8
What an outrage! My enemy, whom I was too easy-going to put to death before I died?
8
The very man; and he will outlive you forty years and a little more, taking over your concubines and your clothing and all your plate.
8
You are unjust, Clotho, to bestow my property on my worst enemies.
8
Why, did not it formerly belong to Cydimachus, and did not you take it over after killing him and slaughtering his children upon him while the breath was still in his body?
8
But it was mine now.
8
Well, the term of your ownership has now expired.
9
Listen, Clotho, to something that I have to say to you in private, with nobody else listening. (Yo the others.) You people stand aside a moment. (Yo ctoruo) If you let me run away, I promise to give you a thousand talents of coined gold to-day.
9
What, you ridiculous creature, have you gold and talents still on the brain?
9
And I'll give you also, if you wish, the two winebowls that I got when I put Cleocritus to death; they are of refined gold and weigh a hundred talents each.
9
Hale him off: it seems that he won’t go aboard willingly.
9
I call you all to witness, the town wall and the docks remain unfinished. I could have finished them if I had lived only five days longer.
9
Never mind; someone else will build the wall.
9
But this request at all events is reasonable.
9
What request?
9
To live only long enough to subdue the Pisidians and subject the Lydians to tribute, and to build myself a huge mausoleum and inscribe on it all the great military exploits of my life.
9
Why, man, you are no longer asking for this one day, but for a stay of nearly twenty years!
