Just now his wife was with him, and wept. “Weep not,” said Socrates; “it is not your fault.” “Will you see the children?” “Why should I lacerate their little souls with a useless leave-taking? Go to them and comfort them; divert their minds with an expedition to the woods.” “Shall we rejoice while you are dying?” “Rejoice that my sufferings come to an end! Rejoice that I die with honour.” “Have you no last wish?” “I wish for nothing, except peace and freedom from your foolish tears and sighs, and your disturbing lamentations. Go, woman, and say to yourself that Socrates wants to sleep for he is tired and out of humour; say to yourself that he will wake again, refreshed, rejuvenated, happy and amiable.” “I wish you had taught me all this before.” “you had nothing to learn from me.” “Yes! I have learnt from you patience and self-control.” “Do you forgive me?” “I cannot, for I have done it already. Say farewell now, as though I were going on a journey. Say ‘We meet again,’ as though I were soon returning!” “Farewell, then, Socrates, and be not angry with me.” “No, I am always well-disposed towards you.” “Farewell, my husband, for ever.” “Not for ever. You wish to see me again, don’t you? Put on a cheerful face, and say, ‘We meet again.’” “We meet again.” “Good! and when we meet again, we will go with the children together into the woods.” “Socrates was not what I thought he was.” “Go! I want to sleep.” She went, but met in the doorway Plato and Crito. “The hour approaches, friends,” said Socrates wearily, and with feverish eyes. “Are you calm, Master?” “To say the truth, I am quite calm. I will not assert that I am joyful, but my conscience does not trouble me.” “When, Socrates, when--will it happen?” “You mean, When is it to happen,--the last thing? Plato, my friend, my dearest... it hastens.... I have just now enjoyed a sleep. I have been over the river on the other side; I have seen for a moment the original forms of imperishable Beauty, of which things on earth are only dim copies.... I have seen the future, the destinies of the human race; I have spoken to the mighty, the lofty, and the pure; I have learnt the wise Order which guides the apparent great disorder; I trembled at the unfathomable secret of the Universe of which I had a glimmering perception, and I felt the immensity of my ignorance. Plato, you shall write what I have seen. You shall teach the children of men to estimate things at their proper value, to look up to the Invisible with awe, to revere Beauty, to cultivate virtue, and to hope for final deliverance, as they work, through faithful performance of duty and self-renunciation.” He went to the bed, and lay down. Plato followed him, “Are you ill, Master?” “No, I have been; but now I am getting well.” “Have you already....” “I have already emptied the cup!” “Our Wisest leaves us.” “No mortal is wise! But I thank the gods who gave me modesty and conscience.” There was silence in the room.