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BLEPSIDEMUS. Swear it by Hestia.

CHREMYLUS. I swear it by Posidon.

BLEPSIDEMUS. The god of the sea?

CHREMYLUS. Aye, and by all the other Posidons, if such there be.

BLEPSIDEMUS. And you don't send him to us, to your friends?

CHREMYLUS. We've not got to that point yet.

BLEPSIDEMUS. What do you say?
Is there no chance of sharing?

CHREMYLUS. Why, no. We must first . . .

BLEPSIDEMUS. Do what?

CHREMYLUS. . . . restore him his sight.

BLEPSIDEMUS. Restore whom his sight? Speak!