You feel they are monsters fit only
to be choked. If there were only five or six sages in Athens who had
as much credit as he, that would be enough to deprive me of most of my
income and honors.
DRIXA:
The Devil! Now that's really serious.
ANITUS:
While waiting to strangle him, I am going to speak with him under the
porticoes and conclude this business with him about my marriage.
DRIXA:
Here he is: you do him too much honor. I am going to leave you and I
am going to speak about my young man to Xantippe.
ANITUS:
The gods accompany you, my darling Drixa. Serve them always and beware
of believing in only one God, and don't forget my two beautiful
Persian rugs.
(Enter Socrates)
Eh! Hello, my dear Socrates, the favorite of the gods and the wisest
of mortals. I feel I am raised above myself every time I see you and
in you, I respect Human Nature.
SOCRATES:
I am a simple man destitute of sciences and full of weakness like the
rest. It's much if you support me.
ANITUS:
Support you! I admire you; I would like to resemble you if it were
possible. And it is in order to be a more frequent witness to your
virtues, to hear your lessons more often, that I wish to marry your
beautiful pupil Aglaea whose destiny depends on you.
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