weeps and cries; but something inside of me which is above

It's in the tomb that it's your lot to judge. Why don't you go

there? Charon has given you your ticket.

Plague take you! you cursed rascal, who rail at us and have not

even the heart to tell us why your master has made us come. We were

pressed for time and tired out, yet we came with all haste, and in our

hurry we have passed by lots of wild onions without even gathering

I will no longer conceal the truth from you. Friends, it's

Plutus whom my master brings, Plutus, who will give you riches.