But the poets of the old comedy, speaking of the old-fashioned way of life, and asserting that in olden time there was no great use of slaves, speak in this way. Cratinus, in his Pluti, says—
As for those men, those heroes old,[p. 421] And Crates says, in his Beasts—
Who lived in Saturn's time,
When men did play at dice with loaves,
And Aeginetan cakes
Of barley well and brownly baked
Were roll'd down before men
Who did in the palæstra toil,
Full of hard lumps of dough . . . .
A. Then no one shall possess or ownAnd immediately after this the man who takes up the opposite side of the argument says—
One male or female slave,
But shall himself, though ne'er so old,
Labour for all his needs.
B. Not so, for I will quickly make
These matters all come right.
A. And what will your plans do for us?
B. Why everything you call for
Should of its own accord come forth,
As if now you should say,
O table, lay yourself for dinner,
And spread a cloth upon you.
You kneading-trough, prepare some dough;
You cyathus, pour forth wine;
Where is the cup? come hither, cup,
And empt and wash yourself.
Come up, O cake. You sir, you dish,
Here, bring me up some beetroot.
Come hither, fish. "I can't, for I
Am raw on t' other side."
Well, turn round then and baste yourself
With oil and melted butter.
But argue thus: I on the other hand
Shall first of all bring water for the hot baths
On columns raised as through the Pæonium1
Down to the sea, so that the stream shall flow
Direct to every private person's bath.
Then he shall speak and check the flowing water.
Then too an alabaster box of ointment
Shall of its own accord approach the bather,
And sponges suitable, and also slippers.