I've obeyed the law, all unjust that it is--because it
oppressed only me. If this injustice were directed toward another I
would have fought it. I am going to die, but the example of friendship
and greatness of soul that you are giving to the world will never
perish. Your virtue prevails over the crime of those who accused me. I
bless what they call my misfortune. It has given birth to the strength
of your beautiful soul. My dear Xantippe, be happy and think that to
be so one must subdue one's temper. My beloved disciples harken always
to the voice of philosophy which scorns persecutors and which takes
pity on human weakness. And you, my daughter, Aglaea, my son,
Sophronine, be always that way yourselves.
AGLAEA:
How we are to be pitied not to be able to die for you!
SOCRATES:
Your life is precious, mine is useless, Receive my tender and last
farewells. The doors of eternity are opening for me.
XANTIPPE:
Come to think of it, he was a great man. Ah, I am going to rouse the
nation and eat Anitus' heart!
SOPHRONINE:
We could raise temples to Socrates as a man deserving of it.
CRITO:
At least may his wisdom teach men that it is to God alone that we owe
temples.
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