And one may say the same of men who are drunk. As if any one denied that when a man has awakened he ceases to think his dreams true; and that a man whose frenzy has passed away, no longer conceives those things to be real which appeared so to him during his madness. But that is not the question: the question is, how those things appear to us, at the time when they do appear. Unless, indeed, we suppose that Ennius heard the whole of that address— O piety of the soul.... (if, indeed, he did dream it), just as he would have heard it if he had been awake. For when awake, he was able to think those things phantoms—as, in fact, they were—and dreams. But while he was asleep, he felt as sure of their reality as if he had been awake. Again, Iliona, in that dream of hers, where she hears— Mother, I call on you.... does she not believe that her son has spoken, just as she would have believed it if she had been awake? On which account she adds— Come now, stand here, remain, and hear my words, And once again repeat those words to me. Does she here seem to place less trust in what she has seen than people do when awake? XXVIII. Why should I speak of madmen?—such as your relation Tuditanus was, Catulus. Does any man, who may be ever so much in his senses, think the things which he sees as certain as he used to think those that appeared to him? Again, the man who cries out— I see you now, I see you now alive, Ulysses, while such sight is still allow’d me; does he not twice cry out that he is seeing what he never sees at all? Again, when Hercules, in Euripides, shot his own sons with his arrows, taking them for the sons of Eurystheus,—when he slew his wife,—when he endeavoured even to slay his father,—was he not worked upon by false ideas, just as he might have been by true ones? Again, does not your own Alcmæon, who says that his heart distrusts the witness of his eyes, say in the same place, while inflamed by frenzy— Whence does this flame arise? And presently afterwards— Come on; come on; they hasten, they approach; They seek for me. Listen, how he implores the good faith of the virgin:— O bring me aid; O drive this pest away; This fiery power which now doth torture me; See, they advance, dark shades, with flames encircled, And stand around me with their blazing torches. Have you any doubt here that he appears to himself to see these things? And then the rest of his speech:— See how Apollo, fair-hair’d God, Draws in and bends his golden bow; While on the left fair Dian waves her torch.