I am Lampichus, tyrant of Gela.

And what is all this splendour doing here, Lampichus?

How! would you have a tyrant come hither stripped?

A tyrant! That would be too much to expect. But with a shade we must insist. Off with these things.

There, then:-away goes my wealth.

Pomp must go too, and pride; we shall be overfreighted else.

At least let me keep my diadem and robes.

No, no; off they come!

Well? That is all, as you see for yourself.

There is something more yet: cruelty, folly, insolence, hatred.

There then: I am bare.