30
Who struck me? I am robbed, wretched man!
30
Bemoan yourself and lie awake, and stick to your gold till you turn to the color of it! Let us go, if you please, to see Gniphon, the money-lender. He lives near by. This door, too, opened of itself.
31
See, he is awake with his cares like the other, calculating his interest with his fingers stiff already. He must soon leave all these behind and turn to a book-worm or a carrion-fly.
31
I see a wretched, senseless human being, whose life now is not much better than a worm's or a gnat's. He, too, is worn to the bone with his accounts.
32
Well, now, Mikyllos, should you like to fall heir to all this, along with the wealth of Eukrates?
33
Heaven forbid, Cock. I would rather starve. Farewell to gold and dinners! I call five cents a better fortune than to be robbed by your servants.
33
But for this time we must go home, for day is already beginning to break. You shall see the rest another time, Mikyllos.
