Classical literature; Philosophy, Ancient; Socrates, 470 BC-399 BC
And as he spoke he blew his nose and snuffled, uttering the while so
truly dolorous a moan (32) that everybody fell to soothing him. "They
would all laugh again another day," they said, and so implored him
to have done and eat his dinner; till Critobulus could not stand his
lamentation longer, but broke into a peal of laughter. The welcome sound
sufficed. The sufferer unveiled his face, and thus addressed his inner
self: (33) "Be of good cheer, my soul, there are many battles (34) yet
in store for us," and so he fell to discussing the viands once again.
(32) Philippus would seem to have anticipated Mr. Woodward; see
Prologue to "She Stoops to Conquer":
Pray, would you know the reason I'm crying? The Comic Muse long sick is
now a-dying! And if she goes...
(33) Cf. "Cyrop." I. iv. 13; Eur. "Med." 1056, 1242; Aristoph. "Ach."
357, 480.
(34) Or add, "ere we have expended our last shot." Philippus puns on
the double sense of {sumbolai}. Cf. Aristoph. "Ach." 1210, where
Lamachus groans {talas ego xumboles bareias}, and Dicaeopolis
replies {tois Khousi gar tis xumbolas epratteto}.
Lam. 'Twas at the final charge; I'd paid before
A number of the rogues; at least a score.
Dic. It was a most expensive charge you bore:
Poor Lamachus! he was forced to pay the score.
H. Frere.
II
Now the tables were removed, and in due order they had poured out the
libation, and had sung the hymn. (1) To promote the revelry, there
entered now a Syracusan, with a trio of assistants: the first, a
flute-girl, perfect in her art; and next, a dancing-girl, skilled to
perform all kinds of wonders; lastly, in the bloom of beauty, a boy,
who played the harp and danced with infinite grace. This Syracusan went
about exhibiting his troupe, whose wonderful performance was a source of
income to him.
(1) See Plat. "Symp." 176 A; Athen. ix. 408.
After the girl had played to them upon the flute, and then the boy in
turn upon the harp, and both performers, as it would appear, had set the
hearts of every one rejoicing, Socrates turned to Callias:
A feast, upon my word, O princeliest entertainer! (2) Was it not enough
to set before your guests a faultless dinner, but you must feast our
eyes and ears on sights and sounds the most delicious?
(2) Lit. "in consummate style."
To which the host: And that reminds me, a supply of unguents might not
be amiss; (3) what say you? Shall we feast on perfumes also? (4)
(3) Lit. "suppose I tell the servant to bring in some perfumes, so
that we may further feast on fragrance..." Cf. Theophr. "Char."
vii. 6 (Jebb ad loc.)
(4) See Athen. xv. 686.
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