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Updated: June 3, 2025
For he will never induce any mortal to believe, that he that could so highly value and please himself with the attestation of his brother Neocles and the adoration of his friend Colotes would not, were he clapped by all the Greeks at the Olympiads, go quite out of his wits and even hollow for joy, or rather indeed be elated in the manner spoken of by Sophocles,
At the gathering of the Greek chiefs in Eurybiades’s cabin Themistocles had spoken one word many times,—“Fight!” To which Adeimantus, the craven admiral of Corinth, and many another had answered:— “Delay! Back to the Isthmus! Risk nothing!” Then at last the son of Neocles silenced them, not with arguments but threats. “Either here in the narrow straits we can fight the king or not at all.
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“The old one—I did not write it.” “Let us not bandy useless arguments. Do you not see I shall be doing all that is possible?” “Let me think a little.” The younger Athenian held down his head, and Themistocles saw his brows knitting. “Son of Neocles,” said Glaucon, at length, “I thank you. You are a just man.
His father, Neocles, was not of the distinguished people of Athens, but of the township of Phrearrhi; and by his mother's side, as it is reported, he was low-born. "I am not of the noble Grecian race, I'm poor Abrotonon, and born in Trace; Let the Greek women scorn me, if they please, I was the mother of Themistocles."
They will call me ‘Saviour of Hellas’ if all goes well. I shall be greater than Solon, or Lycurgus, or Periander, and in return I must do justice to a friend. Fair recompense!” The laugh of the son of Neocles was harsher than a cry. The other answered nothing. Themistocles set his foot on the ladder. “I must return to the men. I would go to an oar, only they will not let me.”
Yet even when Eurybiades arose to announce the decision, the son of Neocles sat with his hands sprawling on the table, his face set in an inscrutable smile as he looked on Adeimantus. “It is the plain opinion,”—Eurybiades hemmed and hawed with his words,—“the plain opinion, I say, of this council that the allied fleet retire at once to the Isthmus.
Themistocles went to his pinnace, and a cheer uprose from sea and land as the boat shot out to the Nausicaä. Eurybiades might be chief in name; who did not know that Themistocles was the surest bulwark of Hellas? The son of Neocles, standing in the boat, uplifted his face to the now golden east. “Be witness, Helios,” he cried aloud, “be witness when thou comest, I have done all things possible.
Being the friend and supporter of that Clisthenes, who settled the government after the expulsion of the tyrants, and emulating and admiring Lycurgus the Lacedaemonian above all politicians, he adhered to the aristocratical principles of government; and had Themistocles, son to Neocles, his adversary on the side of the populace.
Many of the sheets he simply lifted, glanced at, laid down again. They did not seem to interest. So through half the roll, but the outlaw, watching patiently, at last saw he eyebrows of the son of Neocles pressing ever closer,—sign that the inscrutable brain was at its fateful work. At last he uttered one word, “Cipher.”
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