Just Cause.
Nay, what could he ever suffer still greater than this?
Unjust Cause.
What then will you say if you be conquered by me in this?
Just Cause.
I will be silent: what else can I do?
Unjust Cause.
Come, now, tell me; from what class do the advocates come?
Just Cause.
From the blackguards.
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Unjust Cause.
I believe you. What then? From what class do tragedians come?
Just Cause.
From the blackguards.
Unjust Cause.
You say well. But from what class do the public orators come?
Just Cause.
From the blackguards.
Unjust Cause.
Then have you perceived that you say nothing to the purpose? And look which class among the audience is the more numerous.
Just Cause.
Well now, I’m looking.
Unjust Cause.
What, then, do you see?
Just Cause.
By the gods, the blackguards to be far more numerous. This fellow, at any rate, I know; and him yonder; and this fellow with the long hair.
Unjust Cause.
What, then, will you say?
Just Cause.
We are conquered. Ye blackguards, by the gods, receive my cloak, for I desert to you.
Exeunt the Two Causes, and re-enter Socrates and Strepsiades.Clouds. Aristophanes. William James Hickie (Translator). London. 1853.
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