When Critias had spoken these words,
								Satyrus dragged Theramenes away from the altar, and his servants
								lent their aid. And Theramenes, as was natural, called upon gods and
								men to witness what was going on. But the senators kept quiet,
								seeing that the men at the rail were of the same sort as Satyrus and
								that the space in front of the senate-house was filled with the
								guardsmen, and being well aware that the former had come armed with
								daggers. So they led the man away through the market-place, while he
								proclaimed in a very loud voice the wrongs he was suffering. One
								saying of his that is reported was this: when Satyrus told him that
								if he did not keep quiet, he would suffer for it, he asked: Then if
								I do keep quiet, shall I not suffer? And when, being compelled to
								die, he had drunk the hemlock, they said that he threw out the last
								drops, like a man playing kottabos, The game consisted in throwing the last drops from a wine-cup
									into a basin, at the same time pronouncing the name and wishing
									the health of the person whom one loved. and exclaimed:
								 Here’s to the health of my beloved Critias. Now I am not unaware
								of this, that these are not sayings worthy of record; still, I deem
								it admirable in the man that when death was close at hand, neither
								self-possession nor the spirit of playfulness departed from his
								soul. So, then, Theramenes died; but the
									Thirty, 404 B.C. thinking that now they
								could play the tyrant without fear, issued a proclamation forbidding
								those who were outside the roll to enter the city and evicted them
								from their estates, in order that they themselves and their friends
								might have these people’s lands. And when they fled to Piraeus, they
								drove many of them away from there also, and filled both Megara and
								Thebes with the refugees. Presently Thrasybulus set out from
								Thebes with about seventy companions and seized Phyle, a strong
								fortress. And the Thirty marched out from the city against him with
								the Three Thousand and the cavalry, the weather being very fine
								indeed. When they reached Phyle, some of the young men were so bold
								as to attack the fortress at once, but they accomplished nothing and
								suffered some wounds themselves before they retired. And while the Thirty were planning to invest the place, so as to
								force them to surrender by shutting off their avenues for receiving
								provisions, a very heavy snow storm came on during the night and
								continued on the following day. So they came back to the city in the
								snow, after losing a goodly number of their camp-followers by the
								attacks of the men in Phyle.