Phocion   

not one man retaining his seat, but all rising up, and some with garlands
on their heads, they condemned them all to death.
There were present with Phocion, Nicocles, Thudippus, Hegemon, and
Pythocles. Demetrius the Phalerian, Callimedon, Charicles, and some
others, were included in the condemnation, being absent.
After the assembly was dismissed, they were carried to the prison;
the rest with cries and lamentations, their friends and relatives
following and clinging about them, but Phocion looking (as men observed
with astonishment at his calmness and magnanimity), just the same
as when he had been used to return to his home attended, as general,
from the assembly. His enemies ran along by his side, reviling and
abusing him. And one of them coming up to him, spat in his face; at
which Phocion, turning to the officers, only said, "You should stop
this indecency." Thudippus, on their reaching the prison, when he
observed the executioner tempering the poison and preparing it for
them, gave away to his passion, and began to bemoan his condition
and the hard measure he received, thus unjustly to suffer with Phocion.
"You cannot be contented," said he, "to die with Phocion?" One of
his friends that stood by, asked him if he wished to have anything
said to his son. "Yes, by all means," said he, "bid him bear no grudge
against the Athenians." Then Nicocles, the dearest and most faithful
of his friends, begged to be allowed to drink the poison first. "My
friend," said he, "you ask what I am loath and sorrowful to give,
but as I never yet in all my life was so thankless as to refuse you,
I must gratify you in this also." After they had all drunk of it,
the poison ran short; and the executioner refused to prepare more,
except they would pay him twelve drachmas, to defray the cost of the
quantity required. Some delay was made, and time spent, when Phocion
called one of his friends, and observing that a man could not even
die at Athens without paying for it, requested him to give the sum.
It was the nineteenth day of the month Munychion, on which it was
the usage to have a solemn procession in the city, in honour of Jupiter.
The horsemen, as they passed by, some of them threw away their garlands,
others stopped, weeping, and casting sorrowful looks towards the prison
doors, and all the citizens whose minds were not absolutely debauched
by spite and passion, or who had any humanity left, acknowledged it
to have been most impiously done, not, at least, to let that day pass,
and the city so be kept pure from death and a public execution at
the solemn festival. But as if this triumph had been insufficient,
the malice of Phocion's enemies went yet further; his dead body was
excluded from burial within the boundaries of the country, and none
of the Athenians could light a funeral pile to burn the corpse; neither
durst any of his friends venture to concern themselves about it. A
certain Conopion, a man who used to do these offices for hire, took
the body and carried it beyond Eleusis, and procuring fire from over
the frontier of Megara, burned it. Phocion's wife, with her servant-maids,
being present and assisting at the solemnity, raised there an empty
tomb, and performed the customary libations, and gathering up the
bones in her lap, and bringing them home by night, dug a place for
them by the fireside in her house, saying, "Blessed hearth, to your
custody I commit the remains of a good and brave man, and, I beseech
you, protect and restore them to the sepulchre of his fathers, when
the Athenians return to their right minds."
And, indeed, a very little time and their own sad experience soon
informed them what an excellent governor, and how great an example
and guardian of justice and of temperance they had bereft themselves
of. And now they decreed him a statue of brass, and his bones to be
buried honourably at the public charge; and for his accusers, Agnonides
they took themselves, and caused him to be put to death. Epicurus
and Demophilus, who fled from the city for fear, his son met with,
and took his revenge upon them. This son of his, we are told, was
in general of an indifferent character, and once when enamoured of
a slave girl kept by a common harlot merchant, happened to hear Theodorus,
the atheist, arguing in the Lyceum, that if it were a good and honourable