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ANITUS: I really flatter myself, my dear Madame Drixa, that
Melitus and I will ruin that dangerous man, who preaches nothing
but virtue and divinity and who has dared to mock certain intrigues
that happened at the Mysteries of Ceres. But Socrates is the tutor
of Aglaea. Agathon, Aglaea's father, they say has left her great
wealth. Aglaea is adorable. I idolize Aglaea. I must marry Aglaea
and I must deal tactfully with Socrates while waiting to hang him.
DRIXA: Deal tactfully with Socrates in order that I may have my
young man. But why did Agathon allow his daughter into the
clutches of that old, flat nosed Socrates, that insufferable fault-
finder who corrupts the young and prevents them from frequenting
courtesans and the holy mysteries?
ANITUS: Agathon was infatuated with the same principles. He
was one of those sober and serious types who have different
morals from ours; who are from another country, and who are our
sworn enemies, who think they've fulfilled all their duties when
they've adored divinity, helped humanity, cultivated friendship and
studied philosophy; one of those folks who insolently pretend that
the gods have not inscribed the future in the liver of an ox; one of
those pitiless dialecticians who find fault with priests for
sacrificing their daughters or spending the night with them, as
needs be. You feel they are monsters fit only to be choked. If there
were only five or six sages in Athens who had as much credit as
he, that would be enough to deprive me of most of my income and
honors.
DRIXA:? The Devil! Now that's really serious.
ANITUS: While waiting to strangle him, I am going to speak with
him under the porticoes and conclude this business with him about
my marriage.
DRIXA: Here he is: you do him too much honor. I am going to
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