Zenothemis: (more frantically)
For my part, I do not hear anything, friends. Don't worry. But come over here and look over there. For I for one see the markets and the merchant ships. Do you too see the markets?
Captain and Dikaiopolis: We see them too. So what?
Zen: (waxing lyrical)
Oh, Poseidon, how beautiful are the merchant ships, how beautiful are the markets! But look over here, friends.
Capt: Listen, Zenothemis, and don't say "How beautiful are the markets!" For we clearly hear a noise
Dik: But where is the noise from?
Capt: (Pointing down below)
From below, Dikaiopolis. Why don't we go down. Come on, Dikaiopolis ...
Zen: Where are you lot going? Where are you going? Why don't you stay, friends. Don't worry. For I at least see -