Phaedo. When Socrates heard this
I thought
he was pleased by Cebes’ earnestness, and glancing at us, he said, Cebes
is always on the track of arguments and will not be easily convinced by whatever
anyone says.
And Simmias said, Well,
Socrates, this time I think myself that Cebes is right. For why should really
wise men run away from masters who are better than they and lightly separate
themselves from them? And it strikes me that Cebes is aiming his argument at
you, because you are so ready to leave us and the gods, who are, as
you yourself agree, good rulers.
You have a right to say that,
he replied;
for I think you mean that I must defend myself against this accusation,
as if we were in a law court.
Precisely,
said Simmias.Well, then,
said he, I will try to make a more convincing
defence than I did before the judges. For if I did not believe,
said he,
that I was going to other wise and good gods, and, moreover, to men who
have died, better men than those here, I should be wrong in not grieving at
death. But as it is, you may rest assured
that I expect to go to good men, though I should not care to assert this
positively; but I would assert as positively as anything about such matters that
I am going to gods who are good masters. And therefore, so far as that is
concerned, I not only do not grieve, but I have great hopes that there is
something in store for the dead, and, as has been said of old, something better
for the good than for the wicked.
Well,
said Simmias, do you intend to go away, Socrates,
and keep your opinion to yourself, or
would you let us share it? It seems to me that this is a good which belongs in
common to us also, and at the same time, if you convince us by what you say,
that will serve as your defence.
I
will try,
he replied. But first let us ask Crito there what he
wants. He has apparently been trying to say something for a long
time.
Only, Socrates,
said Crito, that the man who is to administer the poison to you has been
telling me for some time to warn you to talk as little as possible. He says
people get warm when they talk and heat has a bad effect on the action of the
poison;
so sometimes he has to make those who
talk too much drink twice or even three times.
And Socrates said: Never mind him. Just let him do his
part and prepare to give it twice or even, if necessary, three
times.
I was pretty sure that
was what you would say,
said Crito, but he has been bothering me
for a long time.
Never mind
him,
said Socrates.