ANITUS.
What's the matter, my friends, what's your complaint?
DRIXA, TERPANDER, and ACROS.
Justice! in the name of the people.
MELITUS.
Against whom?
DRIXA, TERPANDER, and ACROS.
Against Socrates.
MELITUS.
Ha! ha! against Socrates? that fellow has been often accused: what has he done now?
ACROS.
I don't know what.
TERPANDER.
They say he gives money to young girls in marriage.
ACROS.
Ay, he corrupts our youth.
DRIXA.
O he's a wicked wretch: he has offered up no cakes to Ceres; he says there is a great deal of useless gold and silver in the temple.
ACROS.
Ay, and he says the priests of Ceres get drunk sometimes; that's true; he's a wicked wretch indeed.
DRIXA.
He's a heretic; he denies the plurality of gods; he's a deist: he believes only in one God; he's an atheist.
