XANTIPPE.
Nobly said: but what does this fellow here with his cup?
JAILER.
Here Socrates, the senate have sent you this.
XANTIPPE.
Thou vile poisoner of the commonwealth, would you kill my husband before my face? monster, I'll tear you to pieces.
SOCRATES.
My dear friend, I ask your pardon for my wife's rude behavior: she has scolded me all her life; she only treats you as she does her husband; excuse her impertinence: give me the cup.
ONE OF THE DISCIPLES.
O divine Socrates! why may not we take that poison for you? horrible injustice! shall the guilty thus condemn the innocent, and fools destroy the wise? you go then to death!
SOCRATES.
No, my friends, to life: this is the cup of immortality: it is not this perishable body that has loved and instructed you; it is my soul alone that has lived with you, and that shall love you forever.
JAILER.
I must take off your fetters first; 'tis always done.
