shod；　and　had　their　feet　swathed　in　felt　and　fleeces：　in　the　midst　of　this；　Socrates　with　his　bare　feet　on　the　ice　and　in　his　ordinary　dress　marched　better　than　the　other　soldiers　who　had　shoes；　and　they　looked　daggers　at　him　because　he　seemed　to　despise　them。　　　I　have　told　you　one　tale；　and　now　I　must　tell　you　another；　which　is　worth　hearing；　'Of　the　doings　and　sufferings　of　the　enduring　man'；　while　he　was　on　the　expedition。　One　morning　he　was　thinking　about　something　which　he　could　not　resolve；　he　would　not　give　it　up；　but　continued　thinking　from　early　dawn　until　noon…there　he　stood　fixed　in　thought；　and　at　noon　attention　was　drawn　to　him；　and　the　rumour　ran　through　the　wondering　crowd　that　Socrates　had　been　standing　and　thinking　about　something　ever　since　the　break　of　day。　At　last；　in　the　evening　after　supper；　some　Ionians　out　of　curiosity　（I　should　explain　that　this　was　not　in　winter　but　in　summer）；　brought　out　their　mats　and　slept　in　the　open　air　that　they　might　watch　him　and　see　whether　he　would　stand　all　night。　There　he　stood　until　the　following　morning；　and　with　the　return　of　light　he　offered　up　a　prayer　to　the　sun；　and　went　his　way。　I　will　also　tell；　if　you　please…and　indeed　I　am　bound　to　tell　of　his　courage　in　battle；　for　who　but　he　saved　my　life？　Now　this　was　the　engagement　in　which　I　received　the　prize　of　valour：　for　I　was　wounded　and　he　would　not　leave　me；　but　he　rescued　me　and　my　arms；　and　he　ought　to　have　received　the　prize　of　valour　which　the　generals　wanted　to　confer　on　me　partly　on　account　of　my　rank；　and　I　told　them　so；　（this；　again　Socrates　will　not　impeach　or　deny）；　but　he　was　more　eager　than　the　generals　that　I　and　not　he　should　have　the　prize。　There　was　another　occasion　on　which　his　behaviour　was　very　remarkable…in　the　flight　of　the　army　after　the　battle　of　Delium；　where　he　served　among　the　heavy…armed…I　had　a　better　opportunity　of　seeing　him　than　at　Potidaea；　for　I　was　myself　on　horseback；　and　therefore　comparatively　out　of　danger。　He　and　Laches　were　retreating；　for　the　troops　were　in　flight；　and　I　met　them　and　told　them　not　to　be　discouraged；　and　promised　to　remain　with　them；　and　there　you　might　see　him；　Aristophanes；　as　you　describe；　just　as　he　is　in　the　streets　of　Athens；　stalking　like　a　and　rolling　his　eyes；　calmly　contemplating　enemies　as　well　as　friends；　and　making　very　intelligible　to　anybody；　even　from　a　distance；　that　whoever　attacked　him　would　be　likely　to　meet　with　a　stout　resistance；　and　in　this　way　he　and　his　companion　escaped…for　this　is　the　sort　of　man　who　is　never　touched　in　war；　those　only　are　pursued　who　are　running　away　headlong。　I　particularly　observed　how　superior　he　was　to　Laches　in　presence　of　mind。　Many　are　the　marvels　which　I　might　narrate　in　praise　of　Socrates；　most　of　his　ways　might　perhaps　be　paralleled　in　another　man；　but　his　absolute　unlikeness　to　any　human　being　that　is　or　ever　has　been　is　perfectly　astonishing。　You　may　imagine　Brasidas　and　others　to　have　been　like　Achilles；　or　you　may　imagine　Nestor　and　Antenor　to　have　been　like　Perides；　and　the　same　may　be　said　of　other　famous　men；　but　of　this　strange　being　you　will　never　be　able　to　find　any　likeness；　however　remote；　either　among　men　who　now　are　or　who　ever　have　been…other　than　that　which　I　have　already　suggested　of　Silenus　and　the　satyrs；　and　they　represent　in　a　figure　not　only　himself；　but　his　words。　For；　although　I　forgot　to　mention　this　to　you　before；　his　words　are　like　the　images　of　Silenus　which　open；　they　are　ridiculous　when　you　first　hear　them；　he　clothes　himself　in　language　that　is　like　the　skin　of　the　wanton　satyr…for　his　talk　is　of　pack…asses　and　smiths　and　cobblers　and　curriers；　and　he　is　always　repeating　the　same　things　in　the　same　words；　so　that　any　ignorant　or　inexperienced　person　might　feel　disposed　to　laugh　at　him；　but　he　who　opens　the　bust　and　sees　what　is　within　will　find　that　they　are　the　only　words　which　have　a　meaning　in　them；　and　also　the　most　divine；　abounding　in　fair　images　of　virtue；　and　of　the　widest　comprehension；　or　rather　extending　to　the　whole　duty　of　a　good　and　honourable　man。　　　This；　friends；　is　my　praise　of　Socrates。　I　have　added　my　blame　of　him　for　his　ill…treatment　of　me；　and　he　has　ill…treated　not　only　me；　but　Charmides　the　son　of　Glaucon；　and　Euthydemus　the　son　of　Diocles；　and　many　others　in　the　same　way…beginning　as　their　lover　he　has　ended　by　making　them　pay　their　addresses　to　him。　Wherefore　I　say　to　you；　Agathon；　〃Be　no　deceived　by　him；　learn　from　me：　and　take　warning；　and　do　not　be　a　fool　and　learn　by　experience；　as　the　proverb　says。〃　　　When　Alcibiades　had　finished；　there　was　a　laugh　at　his　outspokenness；　for　he　seemed　to　be　still　in　love　with　Socrates。　You　are　sober；　Alcibiades；　said　Socrates；　or　you　would　never　have　gone　so　far　about　to　hide　the　purpose　of　your　satyr's　praises；　for　all　this　long　story　is　only　an　ingenious　circumlocution；　of　which　the　point　comes　in　by　the　way　at　the　end；　you　want　to　get　up　a　quarrel　between　me　and　Agathon；　and　your　notion…is　that　I　ought　to　love　you　and　nobody　else；　and　that　you　and　you　only　ought　to　love　Agathon。　But　the　plot　of　this　Satyric　or　Silenic　drama　has　been　detected；　and　you　must　not　allow　him；　Agathon；　to　set　us　at　variance。　　　I　believe　you　are　right；　said　Agathon；　and　I　am　disposed　to　think　that　his　intention　in　placing　himself　between　you　and　me　was　only　to　divide　us；　but　he　shall　gain　nothing　by　that　move；　for　I　will　go　and　lie　on　the　couch　next　to　you。　　　Yes；　yes；　replied　Socrates；　by　all　means　come　here　and　lie　on　the　couch　below　me。　　　Alas；　said　Alcibiades；　how　I　am　fooled　by　this　man；　he　is　determined　to　get　the　better　of　me　at　every　turn。　I　do　beseech　you；　allow　Agathon　to　lie　between　us。　　　Certainly　not；　said　Socrates；　as　you　praised　me；　and　I　in　turn　ought　to　praise　my　neighbour　on　the　right；　he　will　be　out　of　order　in　praising　me　again　when　he　ought　rather　to　be　praised　by　me；　and　I　must　entreat　you　to　consent　to　this；　and　not　be　jealous；　for　I　have　a　great　desire　to　praise　the　youth。　　　Hurrah！　cried　Agathon；　I　will　rise　instantly；　that　I　may　be　praised　by　Socrates。　　　The　usual　way；　said　Alcibiades；　where　Socrates　is；　no　one　else　has　any　chance　with　the　fair；　and　now　how　readily　has　he　invented　a　specious　reason　for　attracting　Agathon　to　himself。　　　Agathon　arose　in　order　that　he　might　take　his　place　on　the　couch　by　Socrates；　when　suddenly　a　band　of　revellers　entered；　and　spoiled　the　order　of　the　banquet。　Some　one　who　was　going　out　having　left　the　door　open；　they　had　found　their　way　in；　and　made　themselves　at　home；　great　confusion　ensued；　and　every　one　was　compelled　to　drink　large　quantities　of　wine。　Aristodemus　said　that　Eryximachus；　Phaedrus；　and　others　went　away…he　himself　fell　asleep；　and　as　the　nights　were　long　took　a　good　rest：　he　was　awakened　towards　daybreak　by　a　crowing　of　cocks；　and　when　he　awoke；　the　others　were　either　asleep；　or　had　gone　away；　there　remained　only　Socrates；　Aristophanes；　and　Agathon；　who　were　drinking　out　of　a　large　goblet　which　they　passed　round；　and　Socrates　was　discoursing　to　them。　Aristodemus　was　only　half　awake；　and　he　did　not　hear　the　beginning　of　the　discourse；　the　chief　thing　which　he　remembered　was　Socrates　compelling　the　other　two　to　acknowledge　that　the　genius　of　comedy　was　the　same　with　that　of　tragedy；　and　that　the　true　artist　in　tragedy　was　an　artist　in　comedy　also。　To　this　they　were　constrained　to　assent；　being　drowsy；　and　not　quite　following　the　argument。　And　first　of　all　Aristophanes　dropped　off；　then；　when　the　day　was　already　dawning；　Agathon。　Socrates；　having　laid　them　to　sleep；　rose　to　depart；　Aristodemus；　as　his　manner　was；　following　him。　At　the　Lyceum　he　took　a　bath；　and　passed　the　day　as　usual。　In　the　evening　he　retired　to　rest　at　his　own　home。
  …THE　END…　。