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Updated: June 10, 2025
Now would I give all the rest of my wealth to see among these girls one face that yet but for a moment could make me forget " "Forget what, or whom?" said Uliades; "not Cleonice?" "Man, man, wilt thou provoke me to strangle thee?" muttered Antagoras. Uliades edged himself away. "Ungrateful!" he cried. "What are a hundred Byzantine girls to one tried male friend?"
"Child," said the former and Cleonice started to her feet, and stood modestly before her father, her eyes downcast, her arms crossed upon her bosom "child, I bid thee welcome my guest-friend, Antagoras of Chios. Slaves, ye may withdraw." Cleonice bowed her head; and an unquiet, anxious change came over her countenance. As soon as the slaves were gone, Diagoras resumed
"Tell the leader of that dancing choir to come hither." The cupbearer obeyed. A man with a solemn air came to the foot of the Chian's couch, bowing low. He was an Egyptian one of the meanest castes. "Swarthy friend," said Antagoras, "didst thou ever hear of the Pyrrhic dance of the Spartans?" "Surely, of all dances am I teacher and preceptor." "Your girls know it, then?"
Thou shalt be queen of all Hellas despite thyself, thine Ephors, and thy laws. Then only will I forgive thee." Diagoras was sitting outside his door and giving various instructions to the slaves employed on his farm, when, through an arcade thickly covered with the vine, the light form of Antagoras came slowly in sight.
Antagoras, with the quickness of a republican Greek, trained from earliest youth to sympathy with popular assemblies, saw that Uliades had touched the right key, and swallowed down with a passionate gulp his personal wrath against his rival, which might otherwise have been carried too far, and have lost him the advantage he had gained. "Rightly and wisely speaks Uliades," said he.
The action of Antagoras, the expression of his countenance, the exclusion of the slaves, prepared all present for something more than the convivial address of a Symposiarch.
O goddess of the silver bow, O chaste and venerable Artemis! receive, protect thy servant; and ye, O funereal gods, lead me soon, lead the virgin unreluctant to the shades." A superstitious fear, a dread as if his earthly love would violate something sacred, chilled the ardour of the young Chian; and for several moments both were silent. At length, Antagoras, kissing the hem of her robe, said,
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