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Seeing that she was no longer modest and did not
continue to clothe herself in the respectable way
that she did once when Demosthenes took her to
wife, but made herself up, arranged her hair like a
courtesan, put on rouge, and darkened her eyes
underneath, I became suspicious at once and secretly
took note where she directed her glances. I pass
over everything else, but every night our street was
full of maudlin lovers coming to serenade her,
knocking at the door, and sometimes even
venturing to force an entrance in disorderly fashion.
She herself laughed and enjoyed these performances,
and generally, when she heard them singing lovesongs in a hoarse voice, she either peeped over the
edge of the roof or else even slyly opened the
windows, thinking that I would not notice it, and
then. wantoned and intrigued with them. I could
not stand this, and as I did not think it best to
bring an action for divorce against her on the ground
of adultery, I went to Dialogue, who lived near by,
and requested him to take me in.

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That is the great injustice that I have done
Oratory. After all, even if she had not acted as she
did, it would have been proper that I, a man already
about forty years of age, should take my leave of her

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stormy scenes and lawsuits, should let the gentlemen
of the jury rest in peace, refraining from accusations
of tyrants and laudations of princes, and should
betake myself to the Academy or the Lyceum to
walk about with this excellent person . Dialogue
while we converse quietly without feeling any need
of praise and applause.
Though I have much to say, I will stop now.
Cast your vote in accordance with your oath.
(The votes are counted.)
</p><p><label>JUSTICE</label>
Who is the winner?
</p><p><label>HERMES</label>
The Syrian, with every vote but one.
</p><p><label>JUSTICE</label>
Very likely it was a public speaker who cast the
vote against him.

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Let Dialogue plead before the
same jury. (To the Jurors) Wait, and you shall get
double pay for the two cases.
</p><p><label>DIALOGUE</label>
For my part, gentlemen of the jury, I should prefer
not to make you along speech, but to discuss the
matter a little at a time, as is my wont. Nevertheless I will make my complaint in the way that is
customary in courts of law, although I am completely
uninformed and inexperienced in such matters. Please
consider this my introduction.
The wrongs done me and the insults put upon me
by this man are these. I was formerly dignified, and
pondered upon the gods and nature and the cycle of
the universe, treading the air<note xml:lang="eng" n="v.3.p.145.n.1"><p>In the Clouds of Aristophanes (225) Socrates says: “I tread the air and contemplate the sun.”  </p></note> high up above the


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clouds where “great Zeus in heaven driving his
winged car”<note xml:lang="eng" n="v.3.p.147.n.1"><p>Plato, Phuedrus246 ¥. </p></note> sweeps on; but he dragged me down
when I was already soaring above the zenith. and
mounting on “heaven’s back,”<note xml:lang="eng" n="v.3.p.147.n.2"><p>Plato, Phaedrus 247 B. </p></note> and broke my wings,
putting me on the same level as the common herd.
Moreover, he took away from me the respectable
tragic mask that I had, and put another upon me that
is comic, satyr-like, and almost ridiculous. Then he
unceremoniously permed me up with Jest and Satire
and Cynicism and Eupolis and Aristophanes, terrible
men for mocking all that is holy and scoffing at all
that is right. At last he even dug up and thrust in
upon me Menippus, a prehistoric dog,<note xml:lang="eng" n="v.3.p.147.n.3"><p>Cynic. </p></note> with a very
loud bark, it seems, and sharp fangs, a really dreadful
dog who bites unexpectedly because he grins when
he bites.
Have I not been dreadfully maltreated, when I no
longer occupy my proper réle but play the comedian
and the buffoon and act out extraordinary plots for
him? What is most monstrous of all, I have been
turned into a surprising blend, for I am neither afoot
nor ahorseback, neither prose nor verse, but seem
to my hearers a strange phenomenon made up of.
different elements, like a Centaur.<note xml:lang="eng" n="v.3.p.147.n.4"><p>This refers to the practice of mingling verse and prose, borrowed by Lucian from Menippus. For good illustrations see the beginning of Zeus Rants and of The Double Indictment.  </p></note>

</p></div><div type="textpart" xml:base="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0062.tlg026.perseus-eng2" subtype="section" n="34"><p><label>HERMES</label>
What are you going to say to this, Master Syrian?
THE SYRIAN
Gentlemen of the jury, the suit that I am contesting now before you is unexpected. In fact, I should





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have looked for anything else in the world sooner than
that Dialogue should say such things about. me.
When I took him in hand, he was still dour, as
most people thought, and had been reduced to a
skeleton through continual questions. In that guise
he seemed awe-inspiring, to be sure, but not in
any way attractive or agreeable to the public. So
first of all I got him into the way of walking on the
ground like a human being; afterwards by washing
off all his accumulated grime and forcing him to
smile, I made him more agreeable to those who saw
him: and on top of all that, I paired him with
Comedy, and in this way too procured him great
favour from his hearers, who formerly feared his
prickles and avoided taking hold of him as if he
were a sea-urchin.</p><p>
I know, however, what hurts him most. It is
that I do not sit and quibble with him about those
obscure, subtle themes of his, like “whether the soul
is immortal,” and “when God made the world, how
many pints of pure, changeless substance he poured
into the vessel in which he concocted the universe,”<note xml:lang="eng" n="v.3.p.149.n.1"><p>Cf. Plato, Timaeus354 and41D. </p></note>
and “whether rhetoric is the false counterpart of a
subdivision of political science, the fourth form of
parasitic occupation.”<note xml:lang="eng" n="v.3.p.149.n.2"><p>Cf. Plato, Gorgias 463 B, D, 465C.  </p></note> Somehow he delights in
dissecting such problems, just as people like to scratch
where it itches. Reflection is sweet to him, and he
sets great store by himself if they say that not everyone can grasp his penetrating speculations about
“ideas.”</p><p>
That is what he expects of me, naturally ; and he
demands those wings of his and gazes on high without



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seeing what lies at his feet. As far as the rest of
it goes, he cannot complain, I am sure, that I have
stripped him of that Greek mantle and shifted him
into a foreign one, even though I myself am considered foreign. Indeed I should be doing wrong to
transgress in that way against him. and to steal away
his native costume.
I have made the best defence that I can. Please
cast the same ballot as before.
(The votes are counted.)

</p></div><div type="textpart" xml:base="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0062.tlg026.perseus-eng2" subtype="section" n="35"><p><label>HERMES</label>
Well, well! You win by all of ten votes! The
same one who voted against you before will not
vote as the rest even now. Without doubt it is a
habit, and the man always casts the ballot that has a
hole in it.<note xml:lang="eng" n="v.3.p.151.n.1"><p>Each juror was given two ballots of metal shaped like a Japanese top, a flat circular disk, pierced perpendicularly at its centre by a cylindrical axis, which in the one for acquittal was solid, in the other, tubular.  </p></note> I hope he will keep onenvying men of
standing. Well, go your ways, and good luck to you.
To-morrow we shall try the rest of the cases.


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