Hermes
If any one has an accusation to bring against Cyniscus here present, let him come forward.
Cynic
No one stirs!
Rhadamanthus
Ah, but that is not enough, my friend. Off with your clothes; I must have a look at your brands.
Cynic
Brands? Where will you find them?
Rhadamanthus
Never yet did mortal man sin, but he carried about the secret record thereof, branded on his soul.
Cynic
Well, here I am stripped. Now for the ‘brands.’
Rhadamanthus
Clean from head to heel, except three or four very faint marks, scarcely to be made out. Ah! what does this mean? Here is place after place that tells of the iron; all rubbed out apparently, or cut out. How do you explain this, Cyniscus? How did you get such a clean skin again?
Cynic
Why, in old days, when I knew no better, I lived an evil life, and acquired thereby a number of brands. But from the day that I began to practise philosophy, little by little I washed out all the scars from my soul,—thanks to the efficiency of that admirable lotion.
Rhadamanthus
Off with you'then to the Isles of the Blest, and the excellent company you will find there. But we must have your impeachment of the tyrant before you go.—Next shade, Hermes!
Cataplus. Lucian. Henry Watson Fowler (Translator), Francis George Fowler (Translator). Medford, MA, USA. 2023-08-01.
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