“I jested with the pair. There will be a triumphal procession, then, for Cleon! How fine!”
“Socrates,” continued Anytos, “are you not glad?”
“I am glad that the enemy is beaten.”
“But not that Cleon has won a victory?”
“Yes, it is nearly the same thing.”
Xantippe seized the opportunity and struck in: “He is not glad, and he does not believe in Cleon.”
“I know you,” concluded Anytos. “I know you philosophers and quibblers! But take care!—And now, Alcibiades, come and receive the despised Cleon, who has saved the fatherland!”
Alcibiades took Socrates by the hand, and whispered in his ear. “What a cursed mischance! Well, not yet!—but the next time!”