Now, where shall he sit? Every seat is full, as you see.

On the despot's shoulders, if you agree.

Happy thought, Hermes.

Climb up, then, and set your foot on the villain's neck; and a fair voyage to us!

Charon, it is fair to tell you the truth from this moment. I should not have an obol to pay you when I have got across, for I have nothing but this wallet, which you see, and this club. But if you want any baling done, I am ready, or even to take an oar. You will have no fault to find if only you give me a strong, wellbalanced oar.

Row, then; for even that is payment enough from you.

Is it, or must I start a boat-song to give the time?

By all means, if you know some sailor's song.

I know a number; but see, these others are wailing tearfully in opposition. They will put us out in our singing.