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"When you saved my life at Potidaea," added Alcibiades.
"No, the danger is not there," interrupted Euripides--"not in
Sparta, but here at home. The demagogues have stirred up the marsh,
and therefore we have the pestilence in the Agora, and the
pestilence in the Piraeus."
"That in Piraeus is the worse of the two," said Protagoras; "don't
you think so, Alcibiades?"
"Yes, for there are my best girls. My flute-players, who are to
perform at supper this evening, live by the harbour. But, by
Hercules, no one here fears death, I suppose?"
"No one fears, and no one wishes it," answered Socrates; "but if you
have other girls, that would increase our pleasure."
"Euripides does not like girls," interrupted Protagoras.
"That is not true," answered Euripides; "I like girls, but not
women."
Pericles rose: "Let us go to supper, and have walls round our
conversation--walls without ears! Support me, Phidias, I am tired."
Plato approached Socrates: "Master, let me carry your mantle?" he
asked.
"That is my function, boy," said Alcibiades, intercepting him.
"It was once," objected Socrates; "now it belongs to Plato of the
broad head. Notice his name! He descends from Codrus, the last king,
who gave his life to save his people. Plato is of royal birth.
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