<TEI xmlns="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0" xmlns:py="http://codespeak.net/lxml/objectify/pytype" py:pytype="TREE"><text><body><div type="translation" n="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0062.tlg022.perseus-eng2" xml:lang="eng"><div type="textpart" xml:base="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0062.tlg022.perseus-eng2" subtype="section" n="26"><p><label>HERMES</label>
Now just answer me this one more question. How
is it that although you are blind (pardon my frankness), and not only that but pale and heavy-footed, you
have lovers in such number that all men regard you
with adimiration and count themselves lucky if they
win you, but cannot bear to live if they fail? In
fact, I know a good many of them who were so
desperately in love with you that they went and
flung themselves “into the deep-bosomed sea” and
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because they thought
you were cutting them when as a matter of fact you
could not see them at all. But you yourself will
admit, I am sure, if you know yourself, that they
are crazy to lose their heads over such a beloved.
</p></div><div type="textpart" xml:base="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0062.tlg022.perseus-eng2" subtype="section" n="27"><p><label>RICHES</label>
Do you suppose they see me as I am, lame and
blind and with all my other bad points?


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<label>HERMES</label>
But how can they help it, Riches, unless they
themselves are all blind?
</p><p><label>RICHES</label>
They are not blind, good friend, but Ignorance
and Deceit, who now hold sway everywhere, darken
their vision. Moreover, to avoid being wholly ugly,
I always put on a very lovely mask, gay with tinscl
and jewels, and an embroidered robe before I meet
them; whereupon, thinking that they sce my beauty
face to face, they fall in love with me and despair
of life if they do not win me. If anyone’ should
strip me and show me to them, without a doubt
they would reproach themselves for being shortsighted to that extent and for falling in love with
things hateful and ugly.

</p></div><div type="textpart" xml:base="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0062.tlg022.perseus-eng2" subtype="section" n="28"><p><label>HERMES</label>
Why is it, then, that even after they are in the
very midst of riches and have put the mask on their
own face, they are still deluded, and would sooner
lose their head than the mask if anyone should try
to take it away? Surely it is not likely that they
do not know that your beauty is put on when they
see all that is under it.
</p><p><label>RICHES</label>
There are many things that help me in this too,
Hermes.
</p><p><label>HERMES</label>
What are they?
</p><p><label>RICHES</label>
When a man, on first encountering me, opens his
doors and takes me in, Pride, Folly, Arrogance,
Effeminacy, Insolence, Deceit, and myriads more,

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enter unobserved in my train. Once his soul is
obsessed by all these, he admires what he should not
admire and wants what he should shun; he worships
me, the progenitor of all these ills that have come in,
because I am attended by them, and he would
endure anything in the world rather than put up
with losing me.
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