ACROS:
Yes. But what kind of impiety?
ANITUS:
All types. You have only to accuse him boldly of not believing in the
gods. That's the quickest way.
DRIXA:
Oh! Let me do it.
ANITUS:
You will be perfectly seconded. Go under these porticoes; stir up your
friends. Meanwhile, I am going to instruct some newsmongers of the
controversy, some hack scribblers who often come to dine with me. They
are very despicable people, I admit. But, when they are carefully
directed, on occasion, they can do harm. All means must be used to
make the good cause triumph. Go, my dear friends. Commend yourselves
to Ceres. You will shout on my given signal. It's the sure way of
gaining hearers, and especially to live happily on earth.
(They leave; Nonoti, Chomos and Bertios enter)
ANITUS:
Tireless, Nonoti, deep Chomos, fastidious Bertios; have you prepared
against this evil Socrates the little works I ordered?
NONOTI:
I have labored, Milord; he won't recover from it.
CHOMOS:
I have demonstrated the truth against him. He is confounded.
BERTIOS:
I said only one word in my paper: he is ruined.
ANITUS:
Take care, Nonoti. I forbade you to be prolix.
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