ABSTRACT
GODSCHILD [arriving late; aside to Dicaeopolis]: Has anyone spoken yet?
HERALD: Who wishes to speak? GODSCHILD: I do. HERALD: Who are you? GODSCHILD: Godschild. HERALD: You are not human? GODSCHILD: No,
I am an immortal. The original Godschild was son of Demeter and Triptolemus, and to him was born Celeus; and Celeus married my grandmother Phaenarete, of whom was born Lycinus; and as the son of the latter, I am immortal.71 And the gods have entrusted the making of
peace with Sparta to me, myself alone. But though I am immortal, gentlemen, I have no journey-money; the Prytaneis72 refuse to provide it.
