Micyllus Bless me, how dark it is! Where is handsome Megillus now? There would be no telling Simmiche from Phryne. All complexions are alike here, no question of beauty, greater or less. Why, the cloak I thought so shabby before passes muster here as well as royal purple; the darkness hides both alike. Cyniscus, whereabouts are you? Cynic Use your ears; here I am. We might walk together. What do you say? Micyllus Very good; give me your hand.—I suppose you have been admitted to the mysteries at Eleusis? That must have been something like this, I should think? Cynic Pretty much. Look, here comes a torch-bearer; a grim, forbidding dame. A Fury, perhaps? Micyllus She looks like it, certainly.

 Hermes Here they are, Tisiphone. One thousand and four. Tisiphone It is time we had them. Rhadamanthus has been waiting. Rhadamanthus Bring them up, Tisiphone. Hermes, you call out their names as they are wanted. Cynic Rhadamanthus, as you love your father Zeus, have me up first for examination. Rhadamanthus Why? Cynic There is a certain shade whose misdeeds on earth I am anxious to denounce. And if my evidence is to be worth anything, you must first be satisfied of my own character and conduct. Rhadamanthus Who are you? Cynic Cyniscus, your worship; a student of philosophy. Rhadamanthus Come up for judgement; I will take you first. Hermes, summon the accusers.

 Hermes If any one has an accusation to bring against Cyniscus here present, let him come forward. Cynic No one stirs! Rhadamanthus Ah, but that is not enough, my friend. Off with your clothes; I must have a look at your brands. Cynic Brands? Where will you find them? Rhadamanthus Never yet did mortal man sin, but he carried about the secret record thereof, branded on his soul. Cynic Well, here I am stripped. Now for the ‘brands.’ Rhadamanthus Clean from head to heel, except three or four very faint marks, scarcely to be made out. Ah! what does this mean? Here is place after place that tells of the iron; all

 

rubbed out apparently, or cut out. How do you explain this, Cyniscus? How did you get such a clean skin again? Cynic Why, in old days, when I knew no better, I lived an evil life, and acquired thereby a number of brands. But from the day that I began to practise philosophy, little by little I washed out all the scars from my soul,—thanks to the efficiency of that admirable lotion. Rhadamanthus Off with you'then to the Isles of the Blest, and the excellent company you will find there. But we must have your impeachment of the tyrant before you go.—Next shade, Hermes!

 Micyllus Mine is a very small affair, too, Rhadamanthus; I shall not keep you long. I have been stripped all this time; so do take me next. Rhadamanthus And who may you be? Micyllus Micyllus the cobbler. Rhadamanthus Very well, Micyllus. As clean as clean could be; not a mark anywhere. You may join Cyniscus. Now the Tyrant. Hermes Megapenthes, son of Lacydes, wanted! Where are you off to? This way! You there, the Tyrant! Up with him, Tisiphone, neck and crop. Rhadamanthus Now, Cyniscus, your accusation and your proofs. Here is the party.