And who are you over here, with the purple robe and diadem, you who are so solemn?

Lampichus, tyrant of Gela.

Well why, Lampichus, do you bring all that with you?

Well, what should I do? Ought a tyrant to come naked, Hermes?

A tyrant shouldn’t, but a dead man most certainly should. So off with it all.

There you are; there goes my wealth.

Away too with your vanity, Lampichus, and your pride; they will weigh down the ferry, if they come in along with you.

Then at least allow me to keep my diadem and my mantle.

Certainly not; away with these too.