SPEÜSIPPÜS.
How can you talk so, when you know that I believe all that foolery as little as you do?
ALCIBIADES.
Then march. You shall be the crier. (2) Callicles, you shall carry the torch. Why do you stare?
CALLICLES.
I do not much like the frolic.
ALCIBIADES.
Nay, surely you are not taken with a fit of piety. If all be true that is told of you, you have as little reason to think the gods vindictive as any man breathing. If you be not belied, a certain golden goblet which I have seen at your house was once in the temple of Juno at Corcyra. And men say that there was a priestess at Tarentum——
CALLICLES.
A fig for the gods! I was thinking about the Archons. You will have an accusation laid against you to-morrow. It is not very pleasant to be tried before the king. (3)