SPEÜSIPPÜS.
Hemlock! Orestes! folly!—I aim at nobler objects. What say you to politics,—the general assembly?
CALLIDEMUS.
You an orator!—oh no! no! Cleon was worth twenty such fools as you. You have succeeded, I grant, to his impudence, for which, if there be justice in Tartarus, he is now soaking up to the eyes in his own tan-pickle. But the Paphlagonian had parts.
SPEÜSIPPÜS.
And you mean to imply—————-
CALLIDEMUS.
Not I. You are a Pericles in embryo, doubtless. Well: and when are you to make your first speech? oh Pallas!
SPEÜSIPPÜS.
I thought of speaking, the other day, on the Sicilian expedition; but Nicias (3) got up before me.