I understand.Now the curse of Venus on the fools who made so hateful a law! Speusippus, does not your friend Euripides (The right of Euripides to this line is somewhat disputable.See Aristophanes; Plutus, 1152.) say "The land where thou art prosperous is thy country?"Surely we ought to say to every lady "The land where thou art pretty is thy country."Besides, to exclude foreign beauties from the chorus of the initiated in the Elysian fields is less cruel to them than to ourselves.Chariclea, you shall be initiated.
CHARICLEA.
When?
ALCIBIADES.
Now.
CHARICLEA.
Where?
ALCIBIADES.
Here.
CHARICLEA.
Delightful!
SPEUSIPPUS.
But there must be an interval of a year between the purification and the initiation.
ALCIBIADES.
We will suppose all that.
SPEUSIPPUS.
And nine days of rigid mortification of the senses.
ALCIBIADES.
We will suppose that too.I am sure it was supposed, with as little reason, when I was initiated.
SPEUSIPPUS.
But you are sworn to secrecy.
ALCIBIADES.
You a sophist, and talk of oaths! You a pupil of Euripides, and forget his maxims!
"My lips have sworn it; but my mind is free." (See Euripides:
Hippolytus, 608.For the jesuitical morality of this line Euripides is bitterly attacked by the comic poet.)SPEUSIPPUS.
But Alcibiades--
ALCIBIADES.
What! Are you afraid of Ceres and Proserpine?
SPEUSIPPUS.
No--but--but--I--that is I--but it is best to be safe--I mean--Suppose there should be something in it.
ALCIBIADES.
Now, by Mercury, I shall die with laughing.O Speusippus.
Speusippus! Go back to your old father.Dig vineyards, and judge causes, and be a respectable citizen.But never, while you live; again dream of being a philosopher.
SPEUSIPPUS.
Nay, I was only--
ALCIBIADES.
A pupil of Gorgias and Melesigenes afraid of Tartarus! In what region of the infernal world do you expect your domicile to be fixed? Shall you roll a stone like Sisyphus? Hard exercise, Speusippus!
SPEUSIPPUS.
In the name of all the gods--
ALCIBIADES.
Or shall you sit starved and thirsty in the midst of fruit and wine like Tantalus? Poor fellow? I think I see your face as you are springing up to the branches and missing your aim.Oh Bacchus! Oh Mercury!
SPEUSIPPUS.
Alcibiades!
ALCIBIADES.
Or perhaps you will be food for a vulture, like the huge fellow who was rude to Latona.
SPEUSIPPUS.
Alcibiades!
ALCIBIADES.
Never fear.Minos will not be so cruel.Your eloquence will triumph over all accusations.The Furies will skulk away like disappointed sycophants.Only address the judges of hell in the speech which you were prevented from speaking last assembly.
"When I consider"--is not that the beginning of it? Come, man, do not be angry.Why do you pace up and down with such long steps? You are not in Tartarus yet.You seem to think that you are already stalking like poor Achilles, "With stride Majestic through the plain of Asphodel." (See Homer's Odyssey, xi.538.)SPEUSIPPUS.
How can you talk so, when you know that I believe all that foolery as little as you do?
ALCIBIADES.
Then march.You shall be the crier.Callicles, you shall carry the torch.Why do you stare? (The crier and torchbearer were important functionaries at the celebration of the Eleusinian mysteries.)CALLICLES.
I do not much like the frolic.
ALCIBIADES.
Nay, surely you are not taken with a fit of piety.If all be true that is told of you, you have as little reason to think the gods vindictive as any man breathing.If you be not belied, a certain golden goblet which I have seen at your house was once in the temple of Juno at Corcyra.And men say that there was a priestess at Tarentum--CALLICLES.
A fig for the gods! I was thinking about the Archons.You will have an accusation laid against you to-morrow.It is not very pleasant to be tried before the king.(The name of king was given in the Athenian democracy to the magistrate who exercised those spiritual functions which in the monarchical times had belonged to the sovereign.His court took cognisance of offences against the religion of the state.)ALCIBIADES.
Never fear: there is not a sycophant in Attica who would dare to breathe a word against me, for the golden plane-tree of the great king.(See Herodotus, viii.28.)HIPPOMACHUS.
That plane-tree--
ALCIBIADES.
Never mind the plane-tree.Come, Callicles, you were not so timid when you plundered the merchantman off Cape Malea.Take up the torch and move.Hippomachus, tell one of the slaves to bring a sow.(A sow was sacrificed to Ceres at the admission to the greater mysteries.)CALLICLES.
And what part are you to play?
ALCIBIADES.
I shall be hierophant.Herald, to your office.Torchbearer, advance with the lights.Come forward, fair novice.We will celebrate the rite within.
[Exeunt.]...