PRIEST
  Can　anyone　tell　me　where　Chremylus　is？
  CHREMYLUS　　（emerging　from　the　house）
  What　would　you　with　him；　friend？
  PRIEST
  Much　ill。　Since　Plutus　has　recovered　his　sight；　I　am　perishing
  of　starvation；　I；　the　priest　of　Zeus　the　Deliverer；　have　nothing　to
  eat！
  CHREMYLUS
  And　what　is　the　cause　of　that；　pray？
  PRIEST
  No　one　dreams　of　offering　sacrifices。
  CHREMYLUS
  Why　not？
  PRIEST
  Because　all　men　are　rich。　Ah！　when　they　had　nothing；　the
  merchant　who　escaped　from　shipwreck；　the　accused　who　was　acquitted；
  all　immolated　victims；　another　would　sacrifice　for　the　success　of　some
  wish　and　the　priest　joined　in　at　the　feast；　but　now　there　is　not　the
  smallest　victim；　not　one　of　the　faithful　in　the　temple；　but
  thousands　who　come　there　to　take　a　crap。
  CHREMYLUS
  Why　don't　you　take　your　share　of　those　offerings？
  PRIEST　　（ignoring　this）
  Hence　I　think　I　too　am　going　to　say　good…bye　to　Zeus　the　Deliverer
  and　stop　here　myself。
  CHREMYLUS
  Be　at　ease；　all　will　go　well；　if　it　so　please　the　god。　Zeus　the
  Deliverer　is　here；　he　came　of　his　own　accord。
  PRIEST
  Ha！　that's　good　news。
  （He　moves　toward　the　door。）
  CHREMYLUS
  Wait　a　little；　we　are　going　to　install　Plutus　presently　in　the
  place　he　formerly　occupied　behind　the　Temple　of　Athene；　there　he
  will　watch　over　our　treasures　for　ever。　　（Calling　out）　　Let　lighted
  torches　be　brought　to　the　priest。　Take　these　and　walk　in　solemn
  procession　in　front　of　the　god。
  PRIEST
  That's　magnificent！
  CHREMYLUS
  Let　Plutus　be　summoned。
  （PLUTUS　comes　out　of　the　house；　followed　by　the　OLD　WOMAN。）
  OLD　WOMAN
  And　I；　what　am　I　to　do？
  CHREMYLUS
  Take　the　pots　of　vegetables　which　we　are　going　to　offer　to　the　god
  in　honour　of　his　installation　and　carry　them　on　your　head；　you　just
  happen　luckily　to　be　wearing；　a　beautiful　embroidered　robe。
  OLD　WOMAN
  And　what　about　the　object　of　my　coming？
  CHREMYLUS
  Everything　shall　be　according　to　your　wish。　The　young　man　will
  be　with　you　this　evening。
  OLD　WOMAN
  Oh！　if　you　promise　me　his　visit；　I　will　right　willingly　carry
  the　pots。
  （She　puts　them　on　her　head。）
  CHREMYLUS
  Those　are　strange　pots　indeed！　Generally　the　scum　rises　to　the；
  top　of　the　pots；　but　here　the　pots　are　raised　to　the　top　of　the　old
  woman。
  （PLUTUS　begins　to　march　solemnly　off　the　stage；
  the　OLD　WOMAN　follows　him。）
  LEADER　OF　THE　CHORUS
  Let　us　withdraw　without　more　tarrying；　and　follow　the　others；
  singing　as　we　go
  （They　do　so。）
  THE　END
  。