Exit Phidippides.
Strepsiades: Though fallen, still I will not lie prostrate: but having prayed to the gods, I will go myself to the thinking-shop and get taught. How, then, being an old man, shall I learn the subtleties of refined disquisitions? I must go. Why thus do I loiter and not knock at the door? Knocks at the door. Boy! Little boy!
Disciple: (from within). Go to the devil! Who it is that knocked at the door?
Strepsiades: Strepsiades, the son of Phidon, of Cicynna.
Disciple: You are a stupid fellow, by Jove! who have kicked against the door so very carelessly, and have caused the miscarriage of an idea which I had conceived.
Strepsiades: Pardon me; for I dwell afar in the country. But tell me the thing which has been made to miscarry.
Disciple: It is not lawful to mention it, except to disciples.
Strepsiades: Tell it, then, to me without fear; for I here am come as a disciple to the thinking-shop.
Disciple: I will tell you; but you must regard these as mysteries.
The quote: Disciple: Socrates lately asked Chaerephon about a flea, how many of its own feet it jumped; for after having bit the eyebrow of Chaerephon, it leaped away onto the head of Socrates.
Strepsiades: How then did he measure this?
Disciple: Most cleverly. He melted some wax; and then took the flea and dipped its feet in the wax; and then a pair of Persian slippers stuck to it when cooled. Having gently loosened these, he measured back the distance.
Strepsiades: O King Jupiter! What subtlety of thought!
Disciple: What then would you say if you heard another contrivance of Socrates?
Strepsiades: Of what kind? Tell me, I beseech you!
Disciple: Chaerephon the Sphettian asked him whether he thought gnats buzzed through the mouth or the breech.
Strepsiades: What, then, did he say about the gnat?