<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:tlg0062.tlg018.perseus-eng5" xml:lang="eng"><div type="textpart" subtype="section" xml:base="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0062.tlg018.perseus-eng5:" n="44"><sp><speaker>Timokles</speaker><p> Beware what you are doing, wretched Damis. You are all but overturning the very seats and altars of the gods with your arguments.</p></sp><sp><speaker>Damis</speaker><p> No, not all their altars, Timokles; for what harm do they do if they are full of incense and fragrance? But those of Artemis in Tauris I should be delighted to see turned upsidedown, whereon the maiden goddess feasts joyously on the things we wot of.</p></sp><sp><speaker>Zeus</speaker><p> Whence has this overwhelming evil come upon us? There is not a divinity that the man stands in awe of. He speaks his mind as freely as a wench in a procession, and he <pb n="p.50"/> <l>Grasps them all in order, deserving and undeserving.</l></p></sp><sp><speaker>Momos</speaker><p> In truth, Zeus, you would find very few who do not deserve it among us. And surely the man will go on to lay hold of even the very greatest.</p></sp></div></div></body></text></TEI>