MELITUS: (aside)
Will I ever get this gallows bird of a High Priest in jail and make him
drink a pint of Hemlock at my pleasure?
ANITUS:
There now, my dear chap, there are your comrades who are coming
forward. I've prepared the mood of the people.
MELITUS:
Very fine, my dear ally. Count on me as yourself at this moment. But
the grudge still remains.
(Some judges pass through the porticoes. Anitus whispers in Melitus'
ear.)
DRIXA, TERPANDRE, ACROS:
Justice! Justice! Scandal, impiety! Justice, justice! Irreligion,
impiety! Justice!
ANITUS:
What's all this, my friends? Of what are you complaining?
DRIXA, TERPANDRE, ACROS:
Justice! In the name of the people.
MELITUS:
Against whom?
DRIXA, TERPANDRE, ACROS:
Against Socrates.
MELITUS:
Ah! ah! Against Socrates? It's not the first time he's been complained
of. What's he done?
ACROS:
I don't know anything about it.
TERPANDRE:
They say that he gives money to girls to get married.
ACROS:
Yes. He's corrupting the youth.
DRIXA:
He's impious. He never offers gifts to Ceres. He says there's too much
gold and too much useless money in the temples. That the poor are
dying of hunger and that they must be helped.
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