First Dead Man Alas for my goods! Second Dead Man Alas for my fields! Third Dead Man Woe is me, what a house I have left! Fourth Dead Man How many thousands my heir will get to make ducks and drakes of! Fifth Dead Man Alas for my young children! Sixth Dead Man Who will gather grapes from the vines I planted for myself last year? Hermes Mikyllos, do you make no lament? It is impious for any one to cross without a tear. Mikyllos Nonsense. I have nothing to lament for on a prosperous voyage. Hermes Still, just join a little in the groaning for custom's sake. Mikyllos I will make my moan, then, since you think best, Hermes. Alas for my soles! Alas for my old lasts! Woe is me for my rotten sandals! Poor wretch, I shall never again go without food from daybreak to nightfall! Never again shall I stalk about in winter barefoot and half naked, my teeth chattering with the cold! Who, pray tell, will have my knife and my awl? Hermes You have mourned enough; we have almost finished our voyage.