“There comes Nicias, the messenger of misfortune.” It was Nicias;
and when he read the question in the faces and glances of the two, he
answered, without waiting to be asked: “From the Agora!”
“What is the news from the Agora?”
“The Assembly seeks help from the Macedonians.”
“Why not from the Persians? Good! then the end is near. Do they seek
help from the enemy? From the barbarian, the Macedonian, who lies above
us like a lion on a hill. Go, Nicias, and say, ‘Pericles is dying.’
And ask them to choose the worthiest as his successor! Not the most
unworthy! Go, Nicias, but go quickly.”
“I go,” said Nicias, “but for a physician.”
And he went.
“No physician can cure me!” answered Pericles; but in a weak voice, as
though he spoke to himself. He took his old seat in the Hemicyklion.
When he had rested a while, he made Socrates a sign to come near, for he
did not wish to raise his voice.
“Socrates, my friend,” he began, “this is the farewell of a dying man.
You were the wisest, but take it not ill if I say, ‘Be not too wise’;
seek not the unattainable, and confuse not men’s minds with subtleties;
do not make the simple complicated. You wish to see things with both
eyes, but he who shoots with the bow, must close one eye; otherwise he
sees his mark doubled. You are not a Sophist, but may easily appear so;
you are not a libertine, but you go about with such; you hate your city
and your country, and rightly; but you should love them to the death,
for that is your duty; you despise the people, but you should be sorry
for them. I have not admired the people, but I have given them laws and
justice; therefore I die!
“Good-night, Socrates! Now it is dark before my eyes. You shall close
them, and give me the garland. Now I go to sleep. When I awake, _if_ I
awake, then I am on the other side, and then I will send you a greeting,
if the gods allow it. Good-night.”
“Pericles is dead. Hear it, Athenians, and weep as I do!”
The people streamed thither, but they did not weep. They only wondered
what would now happen, and felt almost glad of a change.
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