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Glaucon flushed. “Are you mad, Democrates, to violate my private correspondence thus?” “The weal of Athens outweighs even the pleasure of Glaucon,” returned the orator, harshly, “and you, Themistocles, note that Glaucon does not deny that the seal here is his own.” “I do not deny,” cried the angry athlete. “Open, Themistocles, and let this stupid comedy end.”
The human habitation changes, the temples rise and crumble; the red and gray rock, the crystalline air, the sapphire sea, come from the god, and these remain. Glaucon and Hermione were come together to offer thanks to Athena for the glory of the Isthmus.
He walked straight on, while the dawn strengthened and the narrow pass sprang into view, betwixt mountain and morass. Then at last a challenge, not in Persian, but in round clear Doric. “Halt! Who passes?” Glaucon held up his right hand, and advanced cautiously. Two men in heavy armour approached, and threatened his breast with their lance points. “Who are you?”
Then evening came. Glaucon was, after his wont, in the private pavilion of Mardonius,—itself a palace walled with crimson tapestry in lieu of marble. He sat silent and moody for long, the bright fence of the ladies or of the bow-bearer seldom moving him to answer. And at last Artazostra could endure it no more. “What has tied your tongue, Prexaspes?
And there they were at the side of the road, showing their tricks and begging for coins. One man was walking on his hands and tossing a ball about with his feet. Another was swallowing a sword. "Stop, Glaucon!" cried Charmides, "I must see him. He will kill himself." "No, my little master," replied the slave. "You shall see him again at Olympia. See your father. He would be vexed if we waited."
First tell how you came to wander down this way.” Glaucon sat upright, his hands pressing against his forehead. “How can I tell? I have run to and fro, seeing yet not seeing whither I went. I know I passed the Acharnican gate, and the watch stared at me. Doubtless I ran hither because here they said the Babylonian lived, and he has been ever in my head. I shudder to go over the scene at Colonus.
It fell amid a blinding cloud of dust. All the heralds and presidents ran together into it. Then was a long, agonizing moment, while the stadium roared, shook, and raged, before the dust settled and the master-herald stood forth beckoning for silence. “Glaucon of Athens wins the foot-race. Lycon of Sparta is second. Mœrocles of Mantinea drops from the contest.
I will never plead for respite, but this I know, whether I live or die, it shall be as Glaucon of Athens who owns no king but Zeus, no loyalty save to the land that bore him.” There was stillness in the tent. The wounded man sank back on the pillows, breathing deep, closing his eyes, expectant almost of a burst of wrath from the Persian. But Mardonius answered without trace of anger.
It was a long time before Hermione opened her eyes in her chamber. Her first words were:— “Glaucon! I have seen Glaucon!” “You have had a strange dream, philotata,” soothed Lysistra, shifting the pillows, “lie still and rest.” But Hermione shook her shining brown head and repeated, many times:— “No dream! No dream! I have seen Glaucon face to face.
And thus, Socrates, gods and men are said to unite in making the life of the unjust better than the life of the just. I was going to say something in answer to Glaucon, when Adeimantus, his brother, interposed: Socrates, he said, you do not suppose that there is nothing more to be urged? Why, what else is there? I answered. The strongest point of all has not been even mentioned, he replied.
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