that I should apply the remark. I am not in need of any further
wealth, if you like. I am rich enough already, to be sure. But you,
Critobulus, I look upon as singularly poor, and at times, upon my
soul, I feel a downright compassion for you.

At this view of the case, Critobulus fell to laughing outright,
retorting: And pray, Socrates, what in the name of fortune do you
suppose our respective properties would fetch in the market, yours and
mine?

If I could find a good purchaser (he answered), I suppose the whole of
my effects, including the house in which I live, might very fairly
realise five minae[1] (say twenty guineas). Yours, I am positively
certain, would fetch at the lowest more than a hundred times that sum.

[1] 5 x L4:1:3. See Boeckh, "P. E. A." [Bk. i. ch. xx.], p. 109 f.
(Eng. ed.)

Crit. And with this estimate of our respective fortunes, can you still
maintain that you have no need of further wealth, but it is I who am
to be pitied for my poverty?

Soc. Yes, for my property is amply sufficient to meet my wants,
whereas you, considering the parade you are fenced about with, and the
reputation you must needs live up to, would be barely well off, I take
it, if what you have already were multiplied by three.

Pray, how may that be? Critobulus asked.

Why, first and foremost (Socrates explained), I see you are called