ALCIBIADES.
What! Are you afraid of Ceres and Proserpine?

SPEUSIPPUS.
No--but--but--I--that is I--but it is best to be safe--I mean--
Suppose there should be something in it.

ALCIBIADES.
Now, by Mercury, I shall die with laughing. O Speusippus.
Speusippus! Go back to your old father. Dig vineyards, and
judge causes, and be a respectable citizen. But never, while you
live; again dream of being a philosopher.

SPEUSIPPUS.
Nay, I was only--

ALCIBIADES.
A pupil of Gorgias and Melesigenes afraid of Tartarus! In what
region of the infernal world do you expect your domicile to be
fixed? Shall you roll a stone like Sisyphus? Hard exercise,
Speusippus!

SPEUSIPPUS.
In the name of all the gods--

ALCIBIADES.
Or shall you sit starved and thirsty in the midst of fruit and
wine like Tantalus? Poor fellow? I think I see your face as you
are springing up to the branches and missing your aim. Oh