My case, too, Rhadamanthos, is a trifling one, and calls for a short inquiry. I am stripped for you already, so examine me.

Who may you be?

Mikyllos, the shoemaker.

Well done, Mikyllos; you are perfectly spotless and unmarked. You, too, I dismiss along with Kyniskos here. Now summon the tyrants.

Let Megapenthes, son of Lakydes, appear. Which way are you turning? Come forward. I am summoning you, the despot. Shove him out, Tisiphone, head-foremost into the middle.

But you, Kyniskos, accuse him now and expose him utterly, for the man is at hand as defendant.