understand that you yourself, who seem to be one individual, are really somebody else.
Cust. What! do you mean to say I'm somebody else, and not myself, now talking to you?
Pyth. Just at this moment you are; but once upon a time you appeared in another body, and under another name; and hereafter you will pass again into another shape still.
[After a little more discussion of this philosopher's tenets, he is purchased on behalf of a company of professors from Magna Grecia, for ten minæ. The next lot is Diogenes, the Cynic.]
Merc. Who'll you have next? That dirty fellow from Pontus?
Jup. Ay—he'll do.
Merc. Here! you with the wallet on your back,—you round-shouldered fellow! come out, and walk round the ring.—A grand character, here, gentlemen; a most extraordinary and remarkable character, I may say; a really free man here I have to offer you—who'll buy?
Cust. How say you, Mr Salesman? Sell a free citizen?
Merc. Oh yes.
Cust. Are you not afraid he may bring you before the court of Areopagus for kidnapping?
Merc. Oh, he doesn't mind about being sold; he says he’s free wherever he goes or whatever becomes of him.
Cust. But what could one do with such a dirty,
