We got to loggerheads about his name;
She would have something that had got a horse in it—
Xanthippus—or Charippus—or Philippides;
I was for his grandfather’s name—Pheidonides.[33]
Well, for some time we squabbled; then at last
We came to a compromise upon Pheidippides.
This boy—she’d take him in her lap and fondle him,
And say, ‘Ah! when it grows up to be a man,
It shall drive horses, like its uncle Megacles,
And wear a red cloak, it shall.’ Then I would say,