Charon And where is he to sit now he is here?_ We are full up, as you may see, Hermes What do you say to the tyrant’s shoulders? Clotho A good idea that. Charon Up with you then; and make the rascal’s back ache. And now, good luck to our voyage! Cynic Charon, I may as well tell you the plain truth at once. The penny for my fare is not forthcoming; -I have nothing but my wallet, look, and this stick, But if you want a hand at baling, here I am; or I could take an oar; only give me a good stout one, and you shall have no fault to find with me. Charon To it, then; and I’ll ask no other payment of you. Cynic Shall I tip them a stave? Charon To be sure, if you have a sea-song about you. Cynic I have several. Look here though, an opposition is starting: a song of lamentation. It will throw me out.