Clotho

There now, Charon! And we were beginning to accuse Hermes of neglect.

Charon

Well, and why are we waiting here, as if there had not been enough delay already?

Clotho

True. Let them come aboard. I’ll to my post by the gangway, with my notebook, and take their names and countries as they come up, and details of their deaths; and you can stow them away as you get them.—Hermes, let us have those babies in first; I shall get nothing out of them.

Hermes

Here, skipper. Three hundred of them, including those that were exposed.

Charon

A precious haul, on my word!—These are but green grapes, Hermes.

Hermes

Who next, Clotho? The Unwept?

Clotho

Ah! I take you.—Yes, up with the old fellows. I have no time to-day for prehistoric research. All over sixty, pass on! What’s the matter with them? They don’t hear me; they are deaf with age. I think you will have to pick them up, like the babies, and get them along that way.

Hermes

Here they are; fine well-matured fruit, gathered in due season; three hundred and ninety-eight of them,

Charon

Nay, nay; these are no better than raisins.