Soc. That is thank you twice over. Listen then : —
Last night, or rather very early this morning, Hippocrates, the son of Apollodorus and the brother of Phason, gave a tremendous thump with his staff at my door ; some one opened to him, and he came rushing in and bawled out : Socrates, are you awake or asleep ?
I knew his voice, and said : Hippocrates, is that you ? and do you bring any news ?
Good news, he said ; nothing but good.
Delightful, I said ; but what is the news ? and why have you come hither at this unearthly hour ?
He drew nearer to me and said : Protagoras is come.
Yes, I replied ; he came two days ago : have you only just heard of his arrival ?
Yes, by the gods, he said ; but not until yesterday evening.
At the same time he felt for the truckle-bed, and sat down at my feet, and then he said : Yesterday quite late in the evening, on my return from OEnoë whither I had gone in pursuit of my runaway slave Satyrus, as I meant to have told you, if some other matter had not come in the way ; — on my return, when we had done supper and were about to retire to rest, my brother said to me : Protagoras is come. I was going to you at once, and then I thought that the night was far spent. But the moment sleep left me after my fatigue, I got up and came hither direct.
I, who knew the very courageous madness of the man, said : What is the matter ? Has Protagoras robbed you of anything ?
He replied, laughing : Yes, indeed he has, Socrates, of the wisdom which he keeps from me.
But, surely, I said, if you give him money, and make friends with him, he will make you as wise as he is himself.
Would to heaven, he replied, that this were the case ! He might take all that I have, and all that my friends have, if he pleased. But that is why I have come to you now, in order that you may speak to him on my behalf ; for I am young, and also I have never seen nor heard him ; (when he visited Athens before I was but a child) and all men praise him, Socrates ; he is reputed to be the most accomplished of speakers. There is no reason why we should not go to him at once, and then we shall find him at home. He lodges, as I hear, with Callias the son of Hipponicus : let us start.
I replied : Not yet, my good friend ; the hour is too early. But let us rise and take a turn in the court and wait about there until daybreak ; when the day breaks, then we will go. For Protagoras is generally at home, and we shall be sure to find him ; never fear.