_Phaed._ I had a singular feeling at being in his company. For I could hardly believe that I was present at the death of a friend, and therefore I did not pity him, Echecrates; he died so fearlessly, and his words and bearing were so noble and gracious, that to me he appeared blessed. I thought that in going to the other world he could not be without a divine call, and that he would be happy, if any man ever 59 was, when he arrived there; and therefore I did not pity him as might have seemed natural at such an hour. But I had not the pleasure which I usually feel in philosophical discourse (for philosophy was the theme of which we spoke). I was pleased, but in the pleasure there was also a strange admixture of pain; for I reflected that he was soon to die, and this double feeling was shared by us all; we were laughing and weeping by turns, especially the excitable Apollodorus—you know the sort of man? [Sidenote: _The last morning: Xanthippè._] _Ech._ Yes. _Phaed._ He was quite beside himself; and I and all of us were greatly moved. _Ech._ Who were present? [Sidenote: The Socratic circle:—the absence of Plato is noted.] _Phaed._ Of native Athenians there were, besides Apollodorus, Critobulus and his father Crito, Hermogenes, Epigenes, Aeschines, Antisthenes; likewise Ctesippus of the deme of Paeania, Menexenus, and some others; Plato, if I am not mistaken, was ill. _Ech._ Were there any strangers? _Phaed._ Yes, there were; Simmias the Theban, and Cebes, and Phaedondes; Euclid and Terpsion, who came from Megara. _Ech._ And was Aristippus there, and Cleombrotus? _Phaed._ No, they were said to be in Aegina. _Ech._ Any one else? _Phaed._ I think that these were nearly all. _Ech._ Well, and what did you talk about? [Sidenote: The meeting at the prison.] [Sidenote: The friends are denied admission while the Eleven are with Socrates.]