What do you mean? I must go to Lebadea, swaddle myself up in absurd linen, take a cake in my hand, and crawl through a narrow passage into a cave, before I could tell that you are a dead man, with nothing but knavery to differentiate you from the rest of us? Now, on your seer-ship, what is a Hero? I am sure I don’t know.

He is half God, and half man,

So what is neither man (as you imply) nor God, is both at once? Well, at present what has become of your diviner half?

He gives oracles in Boeotia.

What you may mean is quite beyond me; the one thing I know for certain is that you are dead—the whole of you.