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clever. When I mentioned the gold, you made your-
self Charmides; now you may unmake yourself.”
Char. “ But who am I, if I am not Charmides?”
Mes. “What is that tome? You may be anybody
but he.”
' And the man went off to tell his employer the
curious adventure he had met with. ;
Stasimus, who had been trying to drown his cares
in drink, now returned, talking to himself about the
degeneracy of the times. For a while Charmides
listened to his soliloquy without knowing who he
was, but when the slave happened to turn his face,
he recognized him. “Ho! Stasimus,” he cried. —
“Order your own servant,” was the answer. — “ Well,”
‘said Charmides, “ you are my servant, for I certainly
bought you.” The slave, who was scarcely sober,
continued to make impertinent answers, till his mas-
ter said, “ Look at me; I am Charmides.”
Stas. “Who spoke of that good man Charmides?”
Char. “The good man himself.”
Stas. “Heavenand earth! Is it the man himself,
or is it not? It is he; it certainly is! O my dear,
dear master!”
Char. “ Are my children well?”
Stas. “Very well indeed.”
Char. “Both of them?”
Stas. “Yes; both of them.”
Char. “Well, I have a hundred things to talk
about. Come in here” (pointing to his old house).