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A young man whose name was Glaucon, the son of Ariston, had so fixed it in his head to govern the Republic, that before he was twenty years of age he frequently presented himself before the people to discourse of affairs of state; nor was it in the power of his relations or friends to dissuade him from that design, though all the world laughed at him for it, and though sometimes he was dragged from the tribunal by force.
"This kind physician says that Caius will live. But he needs good air and good nursing. He must go to some one of Aesculapius' holy places. He shall sleep in the temple and sit in the shady porches, and walk in the sacred groves. The wise priests will give him medicines. The god will send healing dreams. Do you know of any such place, Ariston?"
The volcano has buried my home, Ariston. But my wealth and my friends and my son are aboard this ship. What do you say, my friend? Will you be our guide in Athens?" Ariston leaped up from his knees. A fire of joy burned in his eyes. He stretched his hands to the sky. "O blessed Herakles," he cried, "again thou hast conquered Death. Thou didst snatch us from the grave of Pompeii.
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 from that cloud showered these hot, pelting pebbles of pumice stone. "It is a volcano," cried Ariston. He had seen one spouting fire as he had voyaged on the pirate ship. "I want my father," wailed the little boy. Then Ariston remembered that his master was away from home. He had gone in a ship to Rome to get a great physician for his sick boy.
Bright shining Jove, Juno that beareth life, Pluto beneath the earth, and Nestis who Doth with her tears water the human fount. Socrates the son of Sophroniscus, and Plato son of Ariston, both natives of Athens, entertain the same opinion concerning the universe; for they suppose three principles, God, matter, and the idea.
You are doing this to deceive your fellow citizens, while he mutilated himself to deceive the enemy." Upon this, as the people were willing to take up arms on behalf of Peisistratus, they assembled at the Pnyx, where Ariston proposed that a body-guard of fifty club-bearers should be assigned to Peisistratus.
Ariston, the leader of the Pæonians, having slain an enemy, brought his head and showed it to Alexander, saying, "O king, in my country such a present as this is always rewarded with a gold cup." Alexander smiled, and said, "Yes, with an empty cup: but I pledge you in this gold cup, full of good wine, and give you the cup besides."
The boat was flung up and down like a ball. Then fell darkness blacker than night. "Who can steer without sun or stars?" thought the boy. Then he remembered the look on his master's face as he stood at the tiller. Such a look Ariston had painted on Herakles' face as he strangled the lion. "He will get us out," thought the slave. For an hour the swift ship fought with the waves.
A small boat had come ashore. The rowers had leaped out. They were dragging it up out of reach of the waves. "How strange!" thought Ariston. "They are not running away. They must be brave. We are all cowards." "Wait for me here!" cried a lordly voice to the rowers. When he heard that voice Ariston struggled to his feet and called. "Marcus Tetreius! Master!" He saw the man turn and run toward him.
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