MENIPPUS: That's all I wanted to know. But no doubt you had a uterus and everything?
TIRESIAS: Obviously I did.
MENIPPUS: But in course of time your uterus disappeared, and your vagina closed up, and your breasts got whisked away, and you developed male genitals and grew a beard?
TIRESIAS: I don't quite see the point of that question. You seem doubtful whether it ever happened at all.
MENIPPUS: Oughtn't one to be a little doubtful in such cases, Tiresias? Wouldn't it be rather stupid to take them on trust, without inquiring whether they're actually possible or not?
TIRESIAS: But what about all those cases of women being turned into birds or trees or animals - like Philomela, or Daphne, or Callisto? Don't you believe them either?
MENIPPUS: If I ever come across any of the ladies in question, I shall be interested to hear what they have to say on the subject. Meanwhile, my dear sir, do tell me - did you start practising prophecy when you were a woman, or did you adopt a new sex and a new profession simultaneously?
TIRESIAS: There you are ! You evidently don't know the first thing about me, if you've never heard how I settled an argument between the gods, and Hera struck me blind, and Zeus made me a prophet by way of compensation.
MENIPPUS: Oh really, Tiresias, are you still sticking to that old story? But all you so-called soothsayers are the same. You never actually tell us a word of truth.
Scene: As before. Polystratus, a new arrival, has just run into Simylus, an old friend of his.
SIMYLUS: So you finally got here, Polystratus. Why, you must be practically a hundred!