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ffer. “ After this, you will find a great slough of
mire and filth in which lie all sorts of villains, men
who have robbed their friends, or boxed their father’s
ears, or perjured themselves, or copied out one of
Morsimus’s speeches.1 This once passed, your ears
will be greeted with the soft breathing of flutes, and
you will see a very lovely light, and happy troops of
men and women, who will tell you all you want to
know; and now good by, brother.”

Bac. “Good by. Xanthias, take up the baggage.”

Xanthias. “Take it up! I have never put it
down.”

Bac. “No nonsense! Take it up at once.”

Aan. “But won’t you hire one of the dead people
who are going this way to carry it?”

Bac. “A good idea! Ho! you dead man there,
will you carry some baggage to Hades? M

Dead Man. “ How much is there?”

Bac. “What you see there.”

D. M. “Down with a couple of shillings, if we
are to have a deal.”

Bac. “Won't you take eighteen pence?”

D. M. “Vd sooner come to life again.”

an. “ What airs the fellow puts on! I'll go.”

Bac. “You are a really good fellow. Come
along.”

In course of time they came to the lake of which
Hercules had spoken. The old sailor was there,

1 Morsimus was an indifferent tragic poet.