“Ay, and they are more snappish than himself.”
“Well, now, is not the dog their father?”
“No doubt.”
“And the dog is yours?”
“Certainly.”
“It follows then, if he be a father and yours, that he must be your father; so that his cubs are your brothers.”
Before the young man could reply to this compliment the sophist proceeded:
“Answer me, Ctesippos, a little longer. Do you ever beat that dog?”
“That I do,” replied Ctesippos laughing; “and I wish I could administer the same discipline to you in your turn.”
“Then you beat your own father!”