_Lu_. I see several answering the description so far as looks and walk and clothes go. Yet among them all the real lady Philosophy can be but one. _Pl_. True; but as soon as she opens her lips you will know. _Philos_. Dear me, what are Plato and Chrysippus and Aristotle doing up here, and the rest of them—a living dictionary of my teachings? Alive again? how is this? have things been going wrong down there? you look angry. And who is your prisoner? a rifler of tombs? A murderer? a temple-robber? _Pl_. Worse yet, Philosophy. He has dared to slander your most sacred self, and all of us who have been privileged to impart anything from you to posterity. _Philos_. And did you lose your tempers over abusive words? Did you forget how Comedy handled me at the Dionysia, and how I yet counted her a friend? Did I ever sue her, or go and remonstrate? Or did I let her enjoy her holidays in the harmless old-fashioned way? I know very well that a jest spoils no real beauty, but rather improves it; so gold is polished by hard rubs, and shines all the brighter for it. But you seem to have grown passionate and censorious. Come, why are you strangling him like that? _Pl_. We have got this one day's leave, and come after him to give him his deserts. Rumours had reached us of the things he used to say about us in his lectures. _Philos_. And are you going to kill him without a trial or a hearing? I can see he wishes to say something. _Pl_. No; we decided to refer it all to you. If you will accept the task, the decision shall be yours. _Philos_. Sir, what is your wish? _Lu_. The same, dear Mistress; for none but you can find the truth. It cost me much entreaty to get the case reserved for you. _Pl_. You call her Mistress now, scoundrel; the other day you were making out Philosophy the meanest of things, when before that great audience you let her several doctrines go for a pitiful threepence apiece. _Philos_. It may be that it was not Ourself he then reviled, but some impostors who practised vile arts in our name. _Pl_. The truth will soon come to light, if you will hear his defence. _Philos_. Come we to the Areopagus—or better, to the Acropolis, where the panorama of Athens will be before us. Ladies, will you stroll in the Poecile meanwhile? I will join you when I have given judgement. _Lu_. Who are these, Philosophy? methinks their appearance is seemly as your own. _Philos_. This with the masculine features is Virtue; then there is Temperance, and Justice by her side. In front is Culture; and this shadowy creature with the indefinite complexion is Truth. _Lu_. I do not see which you mean. _Philos_. Not see her? over there, all naked and unadorned, shrinking from observation, and always slipping out of sight. _Lu_. Now I just discern her. But why not bring them all with you? there would be a fullness and completeness about that commission. Ah yes, and I should like to brief Truth on my behalf.