_Socrates._ There would be nothing astonishing if I should consider myself equal to such an undertaking. My mistress in oratory was perfect in the science which she taught, and had formed many other excellent orators, and one of the most eminent among the Greeks, Pericles, the son of Xantippus. _Menexenus._ Who is she? Assuredly thou meanest Aspasia. _Socrates._ Aspasia, and Connus the son of Metrobius, the two instructors. From the former of these I learned rhetoric, and from the latter music. There would be nothing wonderful if a man so educated should be capable of great energy of speech. A person who should have been instructed in a manner totally different from me; who should have learned rhetoric from Antiphon the son of Rhamnusius, and music from Lampses, would be competent to succeed in such an attempt as praising the Athenians to the Athenians. _Menexenus._ And what shouldst thou have to say, if thou wert chosen to pronounce the oration? _Socrates._ Of my own, probably nothing. But yesterday I heard Aspasia declaim a funeral oration over these same persons. She had heard, as thou sayest, that the Athenians were about to choose an orator, and she took the occasion of suggesting a series of topics proper for such an orator to select; in part extemporaneously, and in part such as she had already prepared. I think it probable that she composed the oration by interweaving such fragments of oratory as Pericles might have left. _Menexenus._ Rememberest thou what Aspasia said? _Socrates._ Unless I am greatly mistaken. I learned it from her; and she is so good a school-mistress, that I should have been beaten if I had not been perfect in my lesson. _Menexenus._ Why not repeat it to me? _Socrates._ I fear lest my mistress be angry, should I publish her discourse. _Menexenus._ O, fear not. At least deliver a discourse; you will do what is exceedingly delightful to me, whether it be of Aspasia or any other. I entreat you to do me this pleasure. _Socrates._ But you will laugh at me, who, being old, attempt to repeat a pleasant discourse. _Menexenus._ O no, Socrates; I entreat you to speak, however it may be. _Socrates._ I see that I must do what you require. In a little while, if you should ask me to strip naked and dance, I shall be unable to refuse you, at least, if we are alone. Now, listen. She spoke thus, if I recollect, beginning with the dead, in whose honour the oration is supposed to have been delivered. [Decoration] FRAGMENTS FROM THE REPUBLIC OF PLATO.