STREPSIADES. In the name of all the gods, what is that? Tell me. (_Pointing to a celestial globe._) DISCIPLE. That is astronomy. STREPSIADES. And that? (_Pointing to a map._) DISCIPLE. Geometry. STREPSIADES. What is that used for? DISCIPLE. To measure the land. STREPSIADES. But that is apportioned by lot.[492] DISCIPLE. No, no, I mean the entire earth. STREPSIADES. Ah! what a funny thing! How generally useful indeed is this invention! DISCIPLE. There is the whole surface of the earth. Look! Here is Athens. STREPSIADES. Athens! you are mistaken; I see no courts sitting.[493] DISCIPLE. Nevertheless it is really and truly the Attic territory. STREPSIADES. And where are my neighbours of Cicynna? DISCIPLE. They live here. This is Euboea; you see this island, that is so long and narrow. STREPSIADES. I know. 'Tis we and Pericles, who have stretched it by dint of squeezing it.[494] And where is Lacedaemon? DISCIPLE. Lacedaemon? Why, here it is, look. STREPSIADES. How near it is to us! Think it well over, it must be removed to a greater distance. DISCIPLE. But, by Zeus, that is not possible. STREPSIADES. Then, woe to you! And who is this man suspended up in a basket? DISCIPLE. 'Tis _he himself_. STREPSIADES. Who himself? DISCIPLE. Socrates. STREPSIADES. Socrates! Oh! I pray you, call him right loudly for me. DISCIPLE. Call him yourself; I have no time to waste. STREPSIADES. Socrates! my little Socrates! SOCRATES. Mortal, what do you want with me? STREPSIADES. First, what are you doing up there? Tell me, I beseech you. SOCRATES. I traverse the air and contemplate the sun. STREPSIADES. Thus 'tis not on the solid ground, but from the height of this basket, that you slight the gods, if indeed....[495] SOCRATES. I have to suspend my brain and mingle the subtle essence of my mind with this air, which is of the like nature, in order to clearly penetrate the things of heaven.[496] I should have discovered nothing, had I remained on the ground to consider from below the things that are above; for the earth by its force attracts the sap of the mind to itself. 'Tis just the same with the water-cress.[497] STREPSIADES. What? Does the mind attract the sap of the water-cress? Ah! my dear little Socrates, come down to me! I have come to ask you for lessons. SOCRATES. And for what lessons? STREPSIADES. I want to learn how to speak. I have borrowed money, and my merciless creditors do not leave me a moment's peace; all my goods are at stake. SOCRATES. And how was it you did not see that you were getting so much into debt? STREPSIADES. My ruin has been the madness for horses, a most rapacious evil; but teach me one of your two methods of reasoning, the one whose object is not to repay anything, and, may the gods bear witness, that I am ready to pay any fee you may name. SOCRATES. By which gods will you swear? To begin with, the gods are not a coin current with us.