day, to spend it in court, jesting and laughing. But if they are going to be in earnest, then only prophets like you can tell where the matter will end.
Euth. Well, Socrates, I dare say nothing will come of it. Very likely you will be successful in your trial, and I think that I shall be in mine.
IV. Socr. And what is this suit of yours, Euthyphron? Are you suing, or being sued?
Euth. I am suing.
Socr. Whom?
4. Euth. A man whom I am thought a maniac to be suing.
Socr. What? Has he wings to fly away with?
Euth. He is far enough from flying; he is a very old man.
Socr. Who is he?
Euth. He is my father.
Socr. Your father, my good sir?
Euth. He is indeed.
Socr. What are you prosecuting him for? What is the charge?
Euth. It is a charge of murder, Socrates.
Socr. Good heavens, Euthyphron! Surely the multitude are ignorant of what makes right. I take it that it is not every one who could rightly do what you are doing; only a man only a man who was already well advanced in wisdom.
Euth. That is quite true, Socrates.
Socr. Was the man whom your father killed a relative of yours? Nay, of course he was: