Lucian
Forbear; spare me; I appeal to the God of suppliants.
Socrates
Too late; no loophole is left you now. And you know your Homer:
'Twixt men and lions, covenants are null.
Lucian
Why, it is in Homer’s name that I ask my boon. You will perhaps pay reverence to his lines, and listen to a selection from him:
Slay not; no churl is he; a ransom take
Of bronze and gold, whereof wise hearts are fain.
Platonists
Why, two can play at that game; exempli gratia,
Reviler, babble not of gold, nor nurse
Hope of escape from these our hands that hold thee.
Lucian
Ah me, ah me! my best hopes dashed, with Homer! Let me fly to Euripides; it may be he will protect me: Leave him his life; the suppliant’s life is sacred.
Platonists
Does this happen to be Euripides too—
Evil men evil treated is no evil?
Lucian
And will you slay me now for nought but words?
Platonists
Most certainly; our author has something on that point too:
Unbridled lips
And folly’s slips
Invite Fate’s whips.
Piscator. Lucian. Henry Watson Fowler (Translator), Francis George Fowler (Translator). Medford, MA, USA. 2023-08-01.
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Funding provided by National Endowment for the Humanities.