Diogenes. Stop! stop! come hither! Why lookest thou so scornfully and askance upon me?
Plato. Let me go! loose me! I am resolved to pass.
Diogenes. Nay, then, by Jupiter and this tub! thou leavest three good ells of Milesian cloth behind thee. Whither wouldst thou amble?
Plato. I am not obliged in courtesy to tell you.
Diogenes. Upon whose errand? Answer me directly.
Plato. Upon my own.
Diogenes. Oh, then, I will hold thee yet awhile. If it were upon another’s, it might be a hardship to a good citizen, though not to a good philosopher.
Plato. That can be no impediment to my release: you do not think me one.
Diogenes. No, by my Father Jove!
Plato. Your father!