Ch. Pay: or, by Pluto, I’ll strangle you.
Me. And I’ll crack your skull with this stick.
Ch. So you are to come all that way for nothing?
Me. Let Hermes pay for me: he put me on board.
Her. I dare say! A fine time I shall have of it, if I am to pay for the shades.
Ch. I’m not going to let you off.
Me. You can haul up your ship and wait, for all I care. If I have not got the money, I can’t pay you, can I?
Ch. You knew you ought to bring it?
Me. I knew that: but I hadn’t got it. What would you have? I ought not to have died, I suppose?
Ch. So you are to have the distinction of being the only passenger that ever crossed gratis?