Antony

Wherefore, he said, not one, but many suppers are arranged; for the precise time is hard to hit. This tale, then, Philotas used to tell; and he said also that as time went on he became one of the medical attendants of Antony’s oldest son, whom he had of Fulvia, and that he usually supped with him at his house in company with the rest of his comrades, when the young man did not sup with his father.

Accordingly, on one occasion, as a physician was making too bold and giving much annoyance to them as they supped, Philotas stopped his mouth with some such sophism as this: To the patient who is somewhat feverish cold water must be given; but everyone who has a fever is somewhat feverish; therefore to everyone who has a fever cold water should be given. The fellow was confounded and put to silence, whereat Antony’s son was delighted and said with a laugh: All this I bestow upon thee, Philotas, pointing to a table covered with a great many large beakers.

Philotas acknowledged his good intentions, but was far from supposing that a boy so young had the power to give away so much. After a little while, however, one of the slaves brought the beakers to him in a sack, and bade him put his seal upon it. And when Philotas protested and was afraid to take them, You miserable man, said the fellow, why hesitate? Don’t you know that the giver is the son of Antony, and that he has the right to bestow so many golden vessels?

However, take my advice and exchange them all with us for money; since perchance the boy’s father might miss some of the vessels, which are of ancient workmanship and highly valued for their art. Such details, then, my grandfather used to tell me, Philotas would recount at every opportunity.