41. And I do not think it unseasonable myself, since I have mentioned the harp-player Stratonicus, to say something also concerning his readiness in repartee. For when he was teaching people to play the harp, and as he had in his school nine statues of the nine Muses, and one of Apollo, and had also two pupils, when some one asked him how many pupils he had, he said, "Gods and all, twelve." And once when he had travelled to Mylassa, and saw there a great number of temples, but very few citizens, standing in the middle of the forum, he cried out— ᾿ακούετε ναοί.[11] And Macho has recorded some memorials of him in these lines:— Once Stratonicus travell'd down to Pella, And having heard from many men before That the baths of that city were accustom'd To give the bathers spleen; and finding, too, That many of the youths did exercise Before the fire, who preserved their colour And vigour of their body unimpair'd; He said that those who told him so were wrong. But finding afterwards, when he left the bath, A man whose spleen was twice his belly's size,— "This man," said he, "appears to me here now To sit and keep the garments of the men Who go to bathe, and all their spleens beside, That all the people may have room enough." A miserable singer once did give A feast to Stratonicus and his friends, And, while the cup was freely going round, Exhibited his art to all the company. And as the feast was rich and liberal, Poor Stratonicus, wearied with the song, And having no one near him he could speak to, Knock'd down his cup, and asked for a larger. And when he'd drunk full many a draught, he made A last libation to the glorious sun, And then composed himself to sleep, and left The rest to fortune. Presently more guests Came, as good luck would have it, to the singer, To feast with him; still Stratonicus slept, Heavy with wine; and when they ask'd him why A man so much accustom'd to drink wine Had been so soon o'ercome by drink this day, "This treacherous, cursed singing man," said he, "Treated me like a bullock in a stall; For first he fed me up, and then he kill'd me." Once Stratonicus to Abdera went, To see some games which there were celebrated; And seeing every separate citizen Having a private crier to himself, And each of them proclaiming a new moon Whene'er he pleased, so that the criers were Quite out of all proportion to the citizens, He walk'd about on tiptoes through the city, Looking intently on the ground beneath. And when some stranger ask'd him what had happen'd To his feet, to make him look so gravely at them:— He said, "I'm very well all over, friend, And can run faster to an entertainment Than any parasite; but I'm in fear Lest I should tread by hazard on some κῆρυξ,[12] And pierce my foot with its spikes and lame myself." Once, when a wretched flute-player was preparing To play the flute at a sacred festival,