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                    <TEI xmlns="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><text xml:lang="eng"><body><div type="translation" xml:lang="eng" n="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0032.tlg003.perseus-eng2"><div type="textpart" subtype="chapter" n="4"><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="15"><p><milestone ed="P" unit="para"/><said direct="true">And some say, Critobulus,
                                                that when the king makes gifts, he first invites
                                                those who have distinguished themselves in war,
                                                because it is useless to have broad acres under
                                                tillage unless there are men to defend them; and
                                                next to them, those who stock and cultivate the land
                                                best, saying that even stout-hearted warriors cannot
                                                live without the aid of workers.</said></p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="16"><p><said direct="true" rend="merge">There is a story that
                                                  <persName><surname>Cyrus</surname></persName>,
                                                lately the most illustrious of princes, once said to
                                                the company invited to receive his gifts, <said direct="false">I myself
                                                deserve to receive the gifts awarded in both
                                                classes; for I am the best at stocking land and the
                                                best at protecting the stock.</said></said></p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="17"><p><milestone ed="P" unit="para"/><said direct="true">Well, if
                                                  <persName><surname>Cyrus</surname></persName> said
                                                that,
                                                  <persName><surname>Socrates</surname></persName>,
                                                he took as much pride in cultivating and stocking
                                                land as in being a warrior.</said></p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="18"><p><milestone ed="P" unit="para"/><said direct="true">Yes, and, upon my word,
                                                if <persName><surname>Cyrus</surname></persName> had
                                                only lived, it seems that he would have proved an
                                                excellent ruler. One of the many proofs that he has
                                                given of this is the fact that, when he was on his
                                                way to fight his brother for the throne, it is said
                                                that not a man deserted from
                                                  <persName><surname>Cyrus</surname></persName> to
                                                the king, whereas tens of thousands deserted from
                                                the king to
                                                  <persName><surname>Cyrus</surname></persName>.</said></p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="19"><p><said direct="true" rend="merge">I think you have one clear proof of a ruler’s excellence,
                                                when men obey him willingly<note resp="Loeb" anchored="true"><title>Mem</title> III. iii.
                                                  9.</note> and choose to stand by him in moments of
                                                danger. Now his friends all fought at his side and
                                                fell at his side to a man, fighting round his body,
                                                with the one exception of Ariaeus, whose place in
                                                the battle was, in point of fact, on the left
                                                  wing.<note resp="Loeb" anchored="true"><title>Anabasis,</title> I. ix. 31. Ariaeus fled
                                                  when he saw that
                                                  <persName><surname>Cyrus</surname></persName> had
                                                  fallen.</note></said></p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="20"><p><milestone ed="P" unit="para"/><said direct="true" rend="merge">Further, the story goes
                                                that when
                                                  <persName><surname>Lysander</surname></persName>
                                                came to him bringing the gifts form the allies, this
                                                  <persName><surname>Cyrus</surname></persName>
                                                showed him various marks of friendliness, as
                                                  <persName><surname>Lysander</surname></persName>
                                                himself related once to a stranger at <placeName key="perseus,Megara">Megara</placeName>, adding
                                                besides that
                                                  <persName><surname>Cyrus</surname></persName>
                                                personally showed him round his paradise at
                                                  <placeName key="perseus,Sardis">Sardis</placeName>.</said></p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="21"><p><said direct="true" rend="merge">Now <persName><surname>Lysander</surname></persName>
                                                admired the beauty of the trees in it, the accuracy
                                                of the spacing, the straightness of the rows, the
                                                regularity of the angles and the multitude of the
                                                sweet scents that clung round them as they walked;
                                                and for wonder of these things he cried,
                                                  <said direct="false"><persName><surname>Cyrus</surname></persName>, I
                                                really do admire all these lovely things, but I am
                                                far more impressed with your agent’s skill in
                                                measuring and arranging everything so exactly.</said></said></p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="22"><p><said direct="true" rend="merge">Cyrus was delighted to hear this and said: <said direct="false">Well,
                                                  <persName><surname>Lysander</surname></persName>,
                                                the whole of the measurement and arrangement is my
                                                own work, and I did some of the planting myself.</said></said></p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="23"><p><said direct="true" rend="merge"><said direct="false">What, <persName><surname>Cyrus</surname></persName>?</said>
                                                exclaimed Lysander, looking at him, and marking the
                                                beauty and perfume of his robes, and the splendour
                                                of the necklaces and bangles and other jewels that
                                                he was wearing; <said direct="false">did you really plant part of this
                                                with your own hands?</said></said></p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="24"><p><said direct="true" rend="merge"><said direct="false">Does that surprise you, Lysander?</said> asked Cyrus in reply.
                                                <said direct="false">I swear by the Sun-god that I never yet sat down to
                                                dinner when in sound health, without first working
                                                hard at some task of war or agriculture, or exerting
                                                myself somehow.</said></said></p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="25"><p><milestone ed="P" unit="para"/><said direct="true" rend="merge">Lysander himself
                                                declared, I should add, that on hearing this, he
                                                congratulated him in these words: <said direct="false">I think you
                                                deserve your happiness, Cyrus, for you earn it by
                                                your virtues.</said></said></p></div></div><div type="textpart" subtype="chapter" n="5"><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="1"><p><milestone ed="P" unit="para"/><said direct="true" rend="merge">Now I tell you this,</said>
                                                continued
                                                  <persName><surname>Socrates</surname></persName>,
                                                <said direct="true">because even the wealthiest cannot hold aloof from
                                                husbandry. For the pursuit of it is in some sense a
                                                luxury as well as a means of increasing one’s estate
                                                and of training the body in all that a free man
                                                should be able to do.</said> 
                                </p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="2"><p><said direct="true" rend="merge">For, in the first place, the earth yields to cultivators
                                                the food by which men live; she yields besides the
                                                luxuries they enjoy.</said></p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="3"><p><said direct="true" rend="merge">Secondly, she supplies all the things with which they
                                                decorate altars and statues and themselves, along
                                                with most pleasant sights and scents. Thirdly, she
                                                produces or feeds the ingredients of many delicate
                                                dishes; for the art of breeding stock is closely
                                                linked with husbandry; so that men have victims for
                                                propitiating the gods with sacrifice and cattle for
                                                their own use.</said></p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="4"><p><said direct="true" rend="merge">And though she supplies good things in abundance, she
                                                suffers them not to be won without toil, but
                                                accustoms men to endure winter’s cold and summer’s
                                                heat. She gives increased strength through exercise
                                                to the men that labour with their own hands, and
                                                hardens the overseers of the work by rousing them
                                                early and forcing them to move about briskly. For on
                                                a farm no less than in a town the most important
                                                operations have their fixed times.</said></p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="5"><p><said direct="true" rend="merge">Again, if a man wants to serve in the cavalry, farming is
                                                his most efficient partner in furnishing keep for
                                                his horse; if on foot, it makes his body brisk. And
                                                the land helps in some measure to arouse a liking
                                                for the toil of hunting, since it affords facilities
                                                for keeping hounds and at the same time supplies
                                                food for the wild game that preys on the land.</said></p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="6"><p><said direct="true" rend="merge">And if husbandry benefits horses and hounds, they benefit
                                                the farm no less, the horses by carrying the
                                                overseer early to the scene of his duties and
                                                enabling him to leave it late, the hounds by keeping
                                                the wild animals from injuring crops and sheep, and
                                                by helping to give safety to solitude.</said></p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="7"><p><said direct="true" rend="merge">The land also stimulates armed protection of the country
                                                on the part of the husbandmen, by nourishing her
                                                crops in the open for the strongest to take.</said></p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="8"><p><said direct="true" rend="merge">And what art produces better runners, throwers and
                                                jumpers than husbandry? What art rewards the
                                                labourer more generously? What art welcomes her
                                                follower more gladly, inviting him to come and take
                                                whatever he wants? What art entertains strangers
                                                more generously? </said></p></div></div></div></body></text></TEI>
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