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Ech. What was the manner of his death, Phaedo? What was said or

done? And which of his friends had he with him? Or were they not

allowed by the authorities to be present? And did he die alone?

Phaed. No; there were several of his friends with him.

Ech. If you have nothing to do, I wish that you would tell me what

passed, as exactly as you can.

Phaed. I have nothing to do, and will try to gratify your wish.

For to me, too, there is no greater pleasure than to have Socrates

brought to my recollection, whether I speak myself or hear another

speak of him.

Ech. You will have listeners who are of the same mind with you,

and I hope that you will be as exact as you can.

Phaed. I remember the strange feeling which came over me at being

with him. For I could hardly believe that I was present at the death

of a friend, and therefore I did not pity him, Echecrates; his mien

and his language were so noble and fearless in the hour of death

that to me he appeared blessed. I thought that in going to the other

world he could not be without a divine call, and that he would be

happy, if any man ever was, when he arrived there, and therefore I did

not pity him as might seem natural at such a time. But neither could I

feel the pleasure which I usually felt in philosophical discourse (for

philosophy was the theme of which we spoke). I was pleased, and I

was also pained, because I knew that he was soon to die, and this

strange mixture of feeling was shared by us all; we were laughing

and weeping by turns, especially the excitable Apollodorus-you know

the sort of man?

Ech. Yes.

Phaed. He was quite overcome; and I myself and all of us were

greatly moved.

Ech. Who were present?

Phaed. Of native Athenians there were, besides Apollodorus,

Critobulus and his father Crito, Hermogenes, Epigenes, Aeschines,

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