Or shall you sit starved and thirsty in the midst of fruit and wine like Tantalus? Poor fellow! I think I see your face as you are springing up to the branches and missing your aim. Oh Bacchus! Oh Mercury!
SPEÜSIPPÜS.
Alcibiades!
ALCIBIADES.
Or perhaps you will be food for a vulture, like the huge fellow who was rude to Latona.
SPEÜSIPPÜS.
Alcibiades!
ALCIBIADES.
Never fear. Minos will not be so cruel. Your eloquence will triumph over all accusations. The furies will skulk away like disappointed sycophants. Only address the judges of hell in the speech which you were prevented from speaking last assembly. When I consider—is not that the beginning of it? Come, man, do not be angry. Why do you pace up and down with such long steps? You are not in Tartarus yet. You seem to think that you are already stalking like poor Achilles,
“With stride
“Majestic through the plain of Asphodel.” (1)