Call him yourself; I have no time to waste. (He departs. The
machine swings in SOCRATES in a basket.)
Socrates! my little Socrates!
Mortal, what do you want with me?
First, what are you doing up there? Tell me, I beseech you.
I am traversing the air and contemplating the sun.
Thus it's not on the solid ground, but from the height of this
basket, that you slight the gods, if indeed....
I have to suspend my brain and mingle the subtle essence of my
mind with this air, which is of the like nature, in order clearly to
penetrate the things of heaven. I should have discovered nothing,
had I remained on the ground to consider from below the things that
are above; for the earth by its force attracts the sap of the mind
to itself. It's just the same with the watercress.
What? Does the mind attract the sap of the watercress? Ah! my dear
little Socrates, come down to me! I have come to ask you for lessons.
And for what lessons?
I want to learn how to speak. I have borrowed money, and my
merciles creditors do not leave me a moment's peace; all my goods
are at stake.
And how was it you did not see that you were getting so much
My ruin has been the madness for horses, a most rapacious evil;
but teach me one of your two methods of reasoning, the one whose
object is not to repay anything, and, may the gods bear witness,
that I am ready to pay any fee you may name.
By which gods will you swear? To begin with, the gods are not a
coin current with us.
But what do you swear by then? By the iron money of Byzantium?
Do you really wish to know the truth of celestial matters?
Why, yes, if it's possible.
....and to converse with the clouds, who are our genii?
Without a doubt.
Then be seated on this sacred couch.
STREPSIADES (sitting down)
I am seated.
Now take this chaplet.
Why a chaplet? Alas! Socrates, would you sacrifice me, like
No, these are the rites of initiation.
And what is it I am to gain?