Wife
Oh! thou great Asclepius! How mighty is thy power! To Cario But tell me, where is Plutus now?
Cario
He is approaching,
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escorted by an immense crowd. The rich, whose wealth is
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ill-gotten, are knitting their brows and shooting at him looks of fierce hate, while the just folk, who led a wretched existence, embrace him and grasp his hand in the transport of their joy; they follow in his wake, their heads wreathed with garlands, laughing and blessing their deliverer; the old men make the earth resound as they walk together keeping time.
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Come, all of you, all, down to the very least, dance, leap and form yourselves into a chorus; no longer do you risk being told, when you go home. “There is no meal in the bag.”
Wife
And I, by Hecate! I will string
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you a garland of cakes for the good tidings you have brought me.
Cario
Hurry, make haste then; our friends are close at hand.
Wife
I will go indoors to fetch some gifts of welcome, to celebrate these eyes that have just been opened.
She goes back into the house.
Cario
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Meantime I am going forth to meet them.
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Aristophanes. Wealth. The Complete Greek Drama, vol. 2. Eugene O'Neill, Jr. New York. Random House. 1938.
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