_Dem_. Hail, Timon, ornament of our race, pillar of Athens, shield of Hellas! The Assembly and both Councils are met, and expect your appearance. But first hear the decree which I have proposed in your honour. 'WHEREAS Timon son of Echecratides of Collytus who adds to high position and character a sagacity unmatched in Greece is a consistent and indefatigable promoter of his country's good and Whereas he has been victorious at Olympia on one day in boxing wrestling and running as well as in the two and the four-horse chariot races—' _Tim_. Why, I was never so much as a spectator at Olympia. _Dem_. What does that matter? you will be some day. It looks better to have a good deal of that sort in—'and Whereas he fought with distinction last year at Acharnae cutting two Peloponnesian companies to pieces—' _Tim_. Good work that, considering that my name was not on the muster-rolls, because I could not afford a suit of armour. _Dem_. Ah, you are modest; but it would be ingratitude in us to forget your services—'and Whereas by political measures and responsible advice and military action he has conferred great benefits on his country Now for all these reasons it is the pleasure of the Assembly and the Council the ten divisions of the High Court and the Borough Councils individually and collectively THAT a golden statue of the said Timon be placed on the Acropolis alongside of Athene with a thunderbolt in the hand and a seven-rayed aureole on the head Further that golden garlands be conferred on him and proclaimed this day at the New Tragedies [Footnote: See _Dionysia_ in Notes] the said day being kept in his honour as the Dionysia. Mover of the Decree Demeas the pleader the said Timon's near relation and disciple the said Timon being as distinguished in pleading as in all else wherein it pleases him to excel.' So runs the decree. I had designed also to present to you my son, whom I have named Timon after you. _Tim_. Why, I thought you were a bachelor, Demeas. _Dem_. Ah, but I intend to marry next year; my child—which is to be a boy—I hereby name Timon. _Tim_. I doubt whether you will feel like marrying, my man, when I have given you—this! _Dem_. Oh Lord! what is that for? … You are plotting a _coup d'etat_, you Timon; you assault free men, and you are neither a free man nor a citizen yourself. You shall soon be called to account for your crimes; it was you set fire to the Acropolis, for one thing. _Tim_. Why, you scoundrel, the Acropolis has not been set on fire; you are a common blackmailer. _Dem_. You got your gold by breaking into the Treasury. _Tim_. It has not been broken into, either; you are not even plausible. _Dem_. There is time for the burglary yet; meantime, you are in possession of the treasures. _Tim_. Well, here is another for you, anyhow. _Dem_. Oh! oh! my back!