A tragedy of yours?
SPEÜSIPPÜS.
Even so.
CALLIDEMUS.
Oh Hercules! Oh Bacchus! This is too much. Here is an universal genius; sophist,—orator,—poet. To what a three-headed monster have I given birth! a perfect Cerberus of intellect! And pray what may your piece be about? Or will your tragedy, like your speech, serve equally for any subject?
SPEÜSIPPÜS.
I thought of several plots;—Odipus,—Eteocles and Polynices,—the war of Troy, the murder of Agamemnon.
CALLIDEMUS.
And what have you chosen?