And so Dikaiopolis drives the oxen and Xanthias walks behind and carries the plough. And soon Dikaiopolis is driving the oxen into the field and looks towards his slave; but Xanthias is not there; for he's walking slowly. And so Dikaiopolis calls him and says: Hurry up, Xanthias, and bring me the plow. And Xanthias says: But I am already hurrying, master; why are you so harsh? And slowly he carries the plow towards him. And so Dikaiopolis leads the oxen under the yoke and attaches the plow. And then he looks towards his slave; but Xanthias is not there; for he's asleep under the tree.
 
And so Dikaiopolis calls him and says: Come here, you cursed creature. Don't sleep, but help. For I want you to take the seed and walk behind. And so the slave takes the seed and walks behind, while his master calls Demeter and says: Be gracious, Demeter, and multiply the seed. Then he takes the goad and goads the oxen and says: Hurry, oxen; drag the plow and plow my field.