<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" n="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0059.tlg027.perseus-eng2" xml:lang="eng"><div type="textpart" subtype="section" resp="perseus" n="535"><said who="#Ion"><label>Ion.</label><p>Yes, upon my word, I do:  for you somehow touch my soul with your words, Socrates, and I believe it is by divine dispensation that good poets interpret to us these utterances of the gods.</p></said><said who="#Socrates"><label>Soc.</label><p>And you rhapsodes, for your part, interpret the utterances of the poets?</p></said><said who="#Ion"><label>Ion.</label><p>Again your words are true.</p></said><said who="#Socrates"><label>Soc.</label><p>And so you act as interpreters of interpreters?</p></said><said who="#Ion"><label>Ion.</label><p>Precisely.</p></said><milestone unit="section" resp="Stephanus" n="535b"/><said who="#Socrates"><label>Soc.</label><p>Stop now and tell me, Ion, without reserve what I may choose to ask you:  when you give a good recitation and specially thrill your audience, either with the lay of Odysseus <note anchored="true" resp="Loeb"><title>Od.</title> 22.2ff.</note> leaping forth on to the threshold, revealing himself to the suitors and pouring out the arrows before his feet, or of Achilles <note anchored="true" resp="Loeb"><title>Il.</title> 22.312ff.</note> dashing at Hector, or some part of the sad story of Andromache <note anchored="true" resp="Loeb"><title>Il.</title> 6.370-502;  22.437-515.</note> or of Hecuba, <note anchored="true" resp="Loeb"><title>Il.</title> 22.430-36;  24.747-59.</note> or of Priam, <note anchored="true" resp="Loeb"><title>Il.</title> 22.408-28;  24.144-717.</note> are you then in your senses, or are you carried out of yourself, and does your soul in an ecstasy suppose <milestone unit="section" resp="Stephanus" n="535c"/> herself to be among the scenes you are describing, whether they be in <placeName key="tgn,7013803">Ithaca</placeName>, or in <placeName key="tgn,7014164">Troy</placeName>, or as the poems may chance to place them?</p></said><said who="#Ion"><label>Ion.</label><p>How vivid to me, Socrates, is this part of your proof!  For I will tell you without reserve:  when I relate a tale of woe, my eyes are filled with tears;  and when it is of fear or awe, my hair stands on end with terror, and my heart leaps.
</p></said><milestone unit="section" resp="Stephanus" n="535d"/><said who="#Socrates"><label>Soc.</label><p>Well now, are we to say, Ion, that such a person is in his senses at that moment,—when in all the adornment of elegant attire and golden crowns he weeps at sacrifice or festival, having been despoiled of none of his finery;  or shows fear as he stands before more than twenty thousand friendly people, none of whom is stripping or injuring him?</p></said><said who="#Ion"><label>Ion.</label><p>No, on my word, not at all, Socrates, to tell the strict truth.</p></said><said who="#Socrates"><label>Soc.</label><p>And are you aware that you rhapsodes produce these same effects on most of the spectators also?
</p></said><milestone unit="section" resp="Stephanus" n="535e"/><said who="#Ion"><label>Ion.</label><p>Yes, very fully aware:  for I look down upon them from the platform and see them at such moments crying and turning awestruck eyes upon me and yielding to the amazement of my tale.  For I have to pay the closest attention to them;  since, if I set them crying, I shall laugh myself because of the money I take, but if they laugh, I myself shall cry because of the money I lose.</p></said></div></div></body></text></TEI>