Bacchus! Oh Mercury!

SPEUSIPPUS.
Alcibiades!

ALCIBIADES.
Or perhaps you will be food for a vulture, like the huge fellow
who was rude to Latona.

SPEUSIPPUS.
Alcibiades!

ALCIBIADES.
Never fear. Minos will not be so cruel. Your eloquence will
triumph over all accusations. The Furies will skulk away like
disappointed sycophants. Only address the judges of hell in the
speech which you were prevented from speaking last assembly.
"When I consider"--is not that the beginning of it? Come, man,
do not be angry. Why do you pace up and down with such long
steps? You are not in Tartarus yet. You seem to think that you
are already stalking like poor Achilles,

"With stride
Majestic through the plain of Asphodel." (See Homer's Odyssey,
xi. 538.)

SPEUSIPPUS.
How can you talk so, when you know that I believe all that
foolery as little as you do?