Scene: Charon's boat a few seconds later. Menippus (who has somehow regained possession of his stick and knapsack) has been stopped at the gangway and asked for his fare. He roars with laughter. Unlike the other passengers, he has not been buried with the necessary copper coin in his mouth.
CHARON [losing his temper]: Pay your fare, blast you!
MENIPPUS [tolerantly]: Go on, Charon, you can shout as much as you like.
CHARON [doing so]: Pay me my money, I say, for ferrying you across!
MENIPPUS: It's no use expecting money from a person who hasn't got any.
CHARON: You can't be as poor as all that. Everyone can afford an obol.
MENIPPUS: Well, I don't know about other people, but I know I can't.
CHARON: You dirty cheat! My God, I'll wring your neck if you don't pay up!
MENIPPUS [calmly]: And I'll crack your skull open with this stick.
CHARON: You just try! You'll find you've come all this way for nothing.
MENIPPUS: Why shouldn't Hermes pay for me? After all, he made all the arrangements.
HERMES: Well, I like that! It's a fine look-out if I'm to accept financial responsibility for every man who dies!
CHARON [blocking the gangway]: I'm not going to let you go until I get my money.
MENIPPUS: Then you'd better put your boat into dry-dock, for you'll have a long time to wait. How do you expect me to give you what I haven't got?