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By Zeus, Cyrus, cried Artabazus, the cup which you have given me is not of the same gold as the present you have given Chrysantas!
Well said he, I will give you the same gift.
When? asked the other.
Thirty years from now, was the answer.
I shall wait for it, then, said he, and not die before I get it; so be getting ready.
And thus that banquet came to an end. And as they rose to depart, Cyrus also rose and escorted them to the doors.
By Zeus, Cyrus, cried Artabazus, the cup which you have given me is not of the same gold as the present you have given Chrysantas!
Well said he, I will give you the same gift.
When? asked the other.
Thirty years from now, was the answer.
I shall wait for it, then, said he, and not die before I get it; so be getting ready.
And thus that banquet came to an end. And as they rose to depart, Cyrus also rose and escorted them to the doors.
Cyropaedia. Xenophon. Walter Miller (Translator). Cambridge, MA. 1914.
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