The Eye spoke again: "Gapey Greeks, gold a fooly jest."
"That is plain enough," cried a man in the Assembly.
Ambassador. "Well, what do you make of it?"
Citizen. "Why, that it is a foolish jest for us Greeks to think that we shall get any gold."
Amb. "You're quite wrong. He didn't say 'jest' but 'chest.' We are to get chests of gold."
Cit. (turning to the Eye). "Now listen to me; is the king going to send us any gold?"
Eye shakes his head.
Cit. "Are the ambassadors cheating us?"
Eye nods.
Cit. "Well, anyhow the creature knows how to nod in the right way."