<TEI xmlns="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0" xmlns:py="http://codespeak.net/lxml/objectify/pytype" py:pytype="TREE"><text xml:lang="eng"><body><div type="translation" xml:lang="eng" n="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0007.tlg081.perseus-eng3"><div type="textpart" subtype="chapter" n="25"><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="4"><p rend="indent">When Timotheus the harp-player had hopes of receiving a goodly sum, but received less, he plainly showed that he felt resentful towards Archelaus; and, once, as he was singing this brief line: <q>Over the earth-born silver you rave.</q> <note place="unspecified" anchored="true"><foreign xml:lang="lat">Cf.</foreign> Bergk, <title xml:lang="lat" rend="italic">Poet. Lyr. Graec.</title> iii. p. 624, Timotheus, No. 14, or Edmonds, <title xml:lang="lat" rend="italic">Lyra Graeca</title> (in L.C.L.), iii. p. 330, No. 28. Plutarch repeats the story in <title rend="italic" xml:lang="lat">Moralia</title>, 334 B.</note> he directed it towards Archelaus; whereupon Archelaus retorted upon him with this, <q>That, however, is what you crave.</q> </p></div></div></div></body></text></TEI>