He is, Chaerephon; indeed, I was just now making this very profession, and I may add that nobody has asked me anything new for many years now.
So I presume you will easily answer, Gorgias.
You are free to make trial of that, Chaerephon.
Yes, to be sure; and, if you like, Chaerephon, of me. For I think Gorgias must be quite tired out, after the long discourse he has just delivered.
Why, Polus, do you suppose you could answer more excellently than Gorgias?
And what does that matter, if I should satisfy you?
Not at all; since it is your wish, answer.
Ask.
Then I ask you, if Gorgias chanced to be skilled in the same art as his brother Herodicus, what should we be justified in calling him? What we call his brother, should we not?
Certainly.
Then we should make a right statement if we described him as a doctor.
Yes.
And if he were expert in the same art as Aristophon, son of Aglaophon, or his brother,
Obviously that of painter.
But as it is, we would like to know in what art he is skilled, and hence by what name we should rightly call him.
Chaerephon, there are many arts amongst mankind that have been discovered experimentally, as the result of experiences: for experience conducts the course of our life according to art, but inexperience according to chance. Of these several arts various men partake in various ways, and the best men of the best. Gorgias here is one of these, and he is a partner in the finest art of all.
Fine, at any rate, Gorgias, is the equipment for discourse that Polus seems to have got: but still he is not performing his promise to Chaerephon.
How exactly, Socrates ?
He does not seem to me to be quite answering what he is asked.
Well, will you please ask him?
No, if you yourself will be so good as to answer, why, I would far rather ask you. For I see plainly,
How so, Socrates ?
Because, Polus, when Chaerephon has asked in what art Gorgias is skilled, you merely eulogize his art as though it were under some censure, instead of replying what it is.
Why, did I not reply that it was the finest?