Poverty:—But with cash all the world as well as yourself is supplied!
Who will care about selling?
Blepsidemus:—Some dealer, no doubt, coming down from the Thessaly side,
(A rare kidnapping nest) who may wish to secure a good bargain to profit the trade.
Poverty (impatiently):—You will not understand! In the lots of mankind when this grand revolution is made
‘Twill at once put an end to all wants—and of course then, the kidnapper’s business will cease:
For who will court danger, and hazard his life, when, grown rich, he may live at his ease?
Thus each for himself will be forced to turn plowman, to dig and to delve and to sweat;
Wearing out an existence more grievous by far than he ever experienced yet.
Chremylus:—Curses on you!