Now you may get in. You, the fat and fleshy one, who are you?

Damasias, the athlete.

Yes, you look like him. I know you, having often seen you in the ring.

Yes, Hermes; but let me in; I’m stripped to the skin.

No, you’re not, my good fellow, not while you have all that flesh on you. Well, take it off, for you’ll sink the boat, if you only put one foot aboard. Off too with those wreaths and proclamations of your prowess.

There you are; I’m really stripped now, as you see, and no heavier than the other dead.