ANOTHER JUDGE:
Yes, yes, we'll hang them at the next session. Let's go to dinner.
(Exit the judges.)
(There should be a scene change here to Socrates cell. But there is no
indication in the text.)
SOCRATES:
I've been prepared for death for a long while. All that worries me now
is that my wife, Xantippe may come trouble my last moments and
interrupt the sweet composure of my soul: I mustn't be occupied except
with the Supreme Being before whom I must soon appear. But here she
is: I've got to be resigned to everything.
XANTIPPE: (entering)
Well! Poor man! What have these law folk concluded? Are you condemned
to a fine? are you banished? Are you absolved? My God! How you've
upset me! Try, I beg you, not to let this happen again.
SOCRATES:
No, my wife. I'll answer for that. It won't happen again. You won't be
troubled by anything.
(Enter Disciples)
Be welcome, my dear disciples, my friends.
CRITO: (at the head of Socrates' Disciples)
You sees us as alarmed at your fate as your wife, Xantippe. We have
obtained from the judges, permission to see you. Just heaven! Must we
see Socrates burdened with chains? Allow us to kiss these irons that
honor you and are the shame of Athens.
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