HER. Which will you try?

DIO. The way you went yourself.

HER. A parlous voyage that,
For first you'll come to an enormous lake Of fathomless depth.

DIO. And how am I to cross?

HER. An ancient mariner will row you over
In a wee boat, _so_ big.
The fare's two obols.

DIO. Fie! The power two obols have, the whole world through!
How came they thither?

HER. Theseus took them down.
And next you'll see great snakes and savage monsters
In tens of thousands.

DIO. You needn't try to scare me, I'm going to go.

HER. Then weltering seas of filth
And ever-rippling dung: and plunged therein,
Whoso has wronged the stranger here on earth,
Or robbed his boylove of the promised pay,
Or swinged his mother, or profanely smitten
His father's cheek, or sworn an oath forsworn,
Or copied out a speech of Morsimus.