CHREMYLUS. But with what object now do you bring this old cloak, which your slave is carrying? Tell me.
JUST MAN. I wish to dedicate it to the god.[790]
CHREMYLUS. Were you initiated into the Great Mysteries in that cloak?[791]
JUST MAN. No, but I shivered in it for thirteen years.
CHREMYLUS. And this footwear?
JUST MAN. These also are my winter companions.
CHREMYLUS. And you wish to dedicate them too?
JUST MAN. Unquestionably.
CHREMYLUS. Fine presents to offer to the god!
AN INFORMER. Alas! alas! I am a lost man. Ah! thrice, four, five, twelve times, or rather ten thousand times unhappy fate! Why, why must fortune deal me such rough blows?