bitterly repented of this exploit, and was quite ill from grief, regarding his conduct as that of a veritable madman, as is clear from his own words. For when his partisans begged him to repeat the performance, he recommended another actor for the part of Ajax, saying that 'it was enough for him to have been mad once.' His mortification was increased by the success of his rival, who, though a similar part had been written for him, played it with admirable judgement and discretion, and was complimented on his observance of decorum, and of the proper bounds of his art. I hope, my dear Crato, that this cursory description of the Pantomime may mitigate your wrath against its devoted admirer. If you can bring yourself to bear me company to the theatre, you will be captivated; you will run Pantomime-mad. I shall have no occasion to exclaim, with Circe, Strange, that my drugs have wrought no change in thee! The change will come; but will not involve an ass's head, nor a pig's heart, but only an improved understanding. In your delight at the potion, you will drain it off, and leave not a drop for any one else. Homer says, of the golden wand of Hermes, that with it he charms the eyes of men, When so he will, and rouses them that sleep. So it is with Pantomime. It charms the eyes-to wakefulness; and quickens the mental faculties at every turn. _Cr_. Enough, Lycinus: behold your convert! My eyes and ears are opened. When next you go to the theatre, remember to take a seat for me next your own. I too would issue from those doors a wiser man. LEXIPHANES _Lycinus. Lexiphanes. Sopolis_ _Ly_. What, our exquisite with his essay? _Lex_. Ah, Lycinus, 'tis but a fledgeling of mine; 'tis all incondite. _Ly_. O ho, conduits--that is your subject, is it? _Lex_. You mistake me; I said nothing of conduits; you are behind the times; incondite--'tis the word we use now when a thing lacks the finishing touches. But you are the deaf adder that stoppeth her ears. _Ly_. I beg your pardon, my dear fellow; but conduit, incondite, you know. Well now, what is the idea of your piece? _Lex_. A symposium, a modest challenge to the son of Ariston. _Ly_. There are a good many sons of Aristons; but, from the symposium, I presume you mean Plato. _Lex_. You take me; what I said could fit no other. _Ly_. Well, come, read me a little of it; do not send me away thirsty; I see there is nectar in store. _Lex_. Ironist, avaunt! And now open your ears to my charming; adder me no adders. _Ly_. Go ahead; I am no Adam, nor Eve either. _Lex_. Have an eye to my conduct of the discourse, whether it be fair in commencement, fair in speech, fair in diction, fair in nomenclature. _Ly_. Oh, we know what to expect from Lexiphanes. But come, begin.