<TEI xmlns="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0" xmlns:py="http://codespeak.net/lxml/objectify/pytype" py:pytype="TREE"><text><body><div type="translation" n="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0004.tlg001.perseus-eng2" xml:lang="eng"><div type="textpart" subtype="book" xml:base="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0004.tlg001.perseus-eng2" n="2"><div type="textpart" subtype="chapter" xml:base="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0004.tlg001.perseus-eng2:2" n="5"><div type="textpart" subtype="section" xml:base="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0004.tlg001.perseus-eng2:2.5" n="24"><p rend="align(indent)">His strength of will and attachment to the democracy are evident from his refusal to yield to Critias and his colleagues when they ordered him to bring the wealthy Leon of Salamis before them for execution, and further from the fact that he alone voted for the acquittal of the ten generals; and again from the facts that when he had the opportunity to escape from the prison he declined to do so, and that he rebuked his friends for weeping over his fate, and addressed to them his most memorable discourses in the prison.</p><p rend="align(indent)">He was a man of great independence and dignity of character. Pamphila in the seventh book of her <title rend="italic">Commentaries</title> tells how Alcibiades once offered him a large site on which to build a house; but he replied, <q>Suppose, then, I wanted shoes and you offered me a whole hide to make a pair with, would it not be ridiculous in me to take it?</q> </p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" xml:base="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0004.tlg001.perseus-eng2:2.5" n="25"><p>Often when he looked at the multitude of wares exposed for sale, he would say to himself, <q>How many things I can do without!</q> And he would continually recite the lines:
<quote rend="blockquote">The purple robe and silver’s shine
<l/>More fits an actor’s need than mine.<note resp="editor">Stobaeus, <title rend="italic">Florilegium</title>, lvi. 15, attributes these and three preceding lines to Philemon, the well-known poet of the New Comedy. If Philemon wrote them, Socrates cannot have recited them, however well they express his temper.</note></quote></p><p>He showed his contempt for Archelaus of Macedon and Scopas of Cranon and Eurylochus of Larissa by refusing to accept their presents or to go to their court. He was so orderly in his way of life that on <pb n="V1_157"/> several occasions when pestilence broke out in Athens he was the only man who escaped infection.</p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" xml:base="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0004.tlg001.perseus-eng2:2.5" n="26"><p rend="align(indent)">Aristotle says that he married two wives: his first wife was Xanthippe, by whom he had a son, Lamprocles; his second wife was Myrto, the daughter of Aristides the Just, whom he took without a dowry. By her he had Sophroniscus and Menexenus. Others make Myrto his first wife; while some writers, including Satyrus and Hieronymus of Rhodes, affirm that they were both his wives at the same time. For they say that the Athenians were short of men and, wishing to increase the population, passed a decree permitting a citizen to marry one Athenian woman and have children by another; and that Socrates accordingly did so.</p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" xml:base="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0004.tlg001.perseus-eng2:2.5" n="27"><p rend="align(indent)">He could afford to despise those who scoffed at him. He prided himself on his plain living, and never asked a fee from anyone. He used to say that he most enjoyed the food which was least in need of condiment, and the drink which made him feel the least hankering for some other drink; and that he was nearest to the gods in that he had the fewest wants. This may be seen from the Comic poets, who in the act of ridiculing him give him high praise. Thus Aristophanes<note resp="editor"><title rend="italic">Clouds</title>, 412-417.</note>: 
<quote rend="blockquote">O man that justly desirest great wisdom, how blessed will be thy life amongst Athenians and Greeks, retentive of memory and thinker that thou art, with endurance of toil for thy character; never art thou weary whether standing or walking, <pb n="V1_159"/> never numb with cold, never hungry for breakfast; from wine and from gross feeding and all other frivolities thou dost turn away.</quote> </p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" xml:base="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0004.tlg001.perseus-eng2:2.5" n="28"><p rend="align(indent)">Ameipsias too, when he puts him on the stage wearing a cloak, says<note resp="editor"><foreign xml:lang="lat">Sc.</foreign> in the <title rend="italic">Connus</title>, Meineke, <title rend="italic">C.G.F.</title> i. 201 sq., ii. 703.</note>:
<quote rend="blockquote"><l rend="align(indent)"/><label rend="small">A.</label> You come to join us, Socrates, worthiest of a small band and emptiest by far! You are a robust fellow. Where can we get you a proper coat? 
	<l rend="align(indent)"/><label rend="small">B.</label> Your sorry plight is an insult to the cobblers. 
	<l rend="align(indent)"/><label rend="small">A.</label> And yet, hungry as he is, this man has never stooped to flatter.</quote>
This disdainful, lofty spirit of his is also noticed by Aristophanes when he says<note resp="editor"><title rend="italic">Clouds</title>, 362.</note>:
<quote rend="blockquote">Because you stalk along the streets, rolling your eyes, and endure, barefoot, many a hardship, and gaze up at us [the clouds].</quote> 
And yet at times he would even put on fine clothes to suit the occasion, as in Plato’s <title rend="italic">Symposium</title>,<note resp="editor">174 a.</note> where he is on his way to Agathon’s house.</p></div></div></div></div></body></text></TEI>