You have spoken roses of me. Just Cause. And a dirty lickspittle. Unjust Cause. You crown me with lilies. Just Cause. And a parricide. Unjust Cause. You don’t know that you are sprinkling me with gold. Just Cause. Certainly not so formerly, but with lead. Unjust Cause. But now this is an ornament to me. Just Cause. You are very impudent. Unjust Cause. And you are antiquated. Just Cause. And through you, no one of our youths is willing to go to school; and you will be found out some time or other by the Athenians, what sort of doctrines you teach the simple-minded. Unjust Cause. You are shamefully squalid. Just Cause. And you are prosperous. And yet formerly you were a beggar saying that you were the Mysian Telephus, and gnawing the maxims of Pandeletus out of your little wallet. Unjust Cause. Oh, the wisdom— Just Cause. Oh, the madness— Unjust Cause. Which you have mentioned. Just Cause. And of your city, which supports you who ruin her youths. Unjust Cause. You shan’t teach this youth, you old dotard. Just Cause. Yes, if he is to be saved, and not merely to practise loquacity. Unjust Cause. (to Phidippides). Come hither, and leave him to rave. Just Cause. You shall howl, if you lay your hand on him. Chorus. Cease from contention and railing. But show to us, you, what you used to teach the men of former times, and you, the new system of education; in order that, having heard you disputing, he may decide and go to the school of one or the other. Just Cause. I am willing to do so. Unjust Cause. I also am willing. Chorus. Come now, which of the two shall speak first? Unjust Cause. I will give him the precedence; and then, from these things which he adduces, I will shoot him dead with new words and thoughts. And at last, if he mutter, he shall be destroyed, being stung in his whole face and his two eyes by my maxims, as if by bees. Chorus. Now the two, relying on very dexterous arguments and thoughts, and sententious maxims, will show which of them shall appear superior in argument. For now the whole crisis of wisdom is here laid before them; about which my friends have a very great contest. Chorus. But do you, who adorned our elders with many virtuous manners, utter the voice in which you rejoice, and declare your nature.