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                    <TEI xmlns="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><text xml:lang="eng"><body><div type="translation" n="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0062.tlg019.perseus-eng4" xml:lang="eng"><div type="textpart" subtype="section" xml:base="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0062.tlg019.perseus-eng4:" n="16"><p><label>Cock</label> How my spirit first proceeded from Apollo, and took flight to earth, and entered into a human form, and what was the nature of the crime thus expiated,—all this would take too long to tell; nor is it fitting either for me to speak of such matters or for you to hear of them. I pass to the time when I became Euphorbus,—</p><p><label>Micyllus</label> Wait a minute: have I ever been changed in this way?</p><p><label>Cock</label> You have.</p><p><label>Micyllus</label> Then who was I, do you know? I am curious about that.</p><p><label>Cock</label> Why, you were an Indian ant, of the gold-digging’
species.</p><p><label>Micyllus</label> What could induce me, misguided insect that I was, to leave that life without’so much as a grain of gold-dust to supply my needs in this one? And what am I going to be next? I
suppose you can tell me. If it is anything good, I’ll hang myself this moment from the very perch on which you stand.

</p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" xml:base="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0062.tlg019.perseus-eng4:" n="17"><p><label>Cock</label> That I can on no account divulge. Toresume. When I was Euphorbus, I fought at Troy, and was slain by Menelaus. Some time then elapsed before I entered into the body of:
Pythagoras, During this interval, I remained without a habitation, waiting till Mnesarchus had prepared one for me.</p><p><label>Micyllus</label> What, without meat or drink?</p><p><label>Cock</label> Oh yes; these are mere bodily requirements.</p><p><label>Micyllus</label> Well, first I will have about the Trojan war. Did it all happen as Homer describes?

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</p><p><label>Cock</label> Homer! What should he know of the matter? He was a camel in Bactria all the time, I may tell you that things were not on such a tremendous scale in those days as is commonly supposed; Ajax was not so very tall, nor Helen so very beautiful. I saw her; she had a fair complexion, to be sure, and her neck was long enough to suggest her swan parentage<note xml:lang="eng" n="v.3.p.116.n.1">See Helen in Notes.</note>: but then she was such an age—as old as Hecuba, almost. You see, Theseus had carried her off first, and she had lived with him at Aphidnae; now Theseus was a contemporary of Heracles, and the former capture of Troy, by Heracles, had taken place in the generation before mine; my father, who told me all this, remembered seeing Heracles when he was himself a boy.</p><p><label>Micyllus</label> Well, and Achilles: was he so much better than other people, or is that all stuff and nonsense?</p><p><label>Cock</label> Ah, I never came across Achilles; I am not very strong on the Greeks; I was on the other side, of course. ‘There is one thing, though: I made pretty short work of his friend Patroclus—ran him clean through with my spear.</p><p><label>Micyllus</label> After which Menelaus settled you with still greater facility. Well, that will do for ew And when you were Pythagoras?

</p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" xml:base="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0062.tlg019.perseus-eng4:" n="18"><p><label>Cock</label> When I was Pythagoras, I was—not to deceive you—
a sophist; that is the long and short of it. At the same time, I was not uncultured, not unversed in polite learning. I
travelled in Egypt, cultivated the acquaintance of the priests, and learnt wisdom from their mouths; I penetrated into their temples and mastered the sacred books of Orus and Isis; finally, I took ship to Italy, where I made such an impression on the Greeks that they reckoned me among the Gods.</p><p><label>Micyllus</label> I have heard all about that; and also how you were supposed to have risen from the dead, and how you had a golden

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thigh, and favoured the public with a sight of it on occasion. But what put it into your head to make that law about meat and beans?</p><p><label>Cock</label> Ah, don’t ask me that, Micyllus.</p><p><label>Micyllus</label> But why not?</p><p><label>Cock</label> I am ashamed to answer you.</p><p><label>Micyllus</label> Come, out with it! I am your friend and fellow lodger; we will drop the ‘master’ now.</p><p><label>Cock</label> There was neither common sense nor philosophy in that law. The fact is, I saw that if I did just the same as other people, I should draw very few admirers; my prestige, I considered, would be in proportion to my originality. Hence these innovations, the motive of which I wrapped up in mystery; each man was left to make his own conjecture, that all might be equally impressed by my oracular obscurity. There now!
you are laughing at me; it is your turn this time.</p><p><label>Micyllus</label> I am laughing much more at the folk of Cortona and Metapontum and Tarentum, and the rest of those mute disciples who worshipped the ground you trod on.</p></div></div></body></text></TEI>
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