Strepsiades: What say you? I don’t believe you; for I do not see the Dicasts sitting.
Disciple: Be assured that this is truly the Attic territory.
Strepsiades: Why, where are my fellow-tribesmen of Cicynna?
Disciple: Here they are. And Euboea here, as you see, is stretched out a long way by the side of it to a great distance.
Strepsiades: I know that; for it was stretched by us and Pericles. But where is Lacedaemon?
Disciple: Where is it? Here it is.
Strepsiades: How near it is to us! Pay great attention to this, to remove it very far from us.
Disciple: By Jupiter, it is not possible.
Strepsiades: Then you will weep for it. Looking up and discovering Socrates. Come, who is this man who is in the basket?
Disciple: Himself.
Strepsiades: Who’s Himself?
Disciple: Socrates.
Strepsiades: O Socrates! Come, you sir, call upon him loudly for me.
Disciple: Nay, rather, call him yourself; for I have no leisure.
Exit Disciple.
Strepsiades: Socrates! My little Socrates!
Socrates: Why callest thou me, thou creature of a day?
Strepsiades: First tell me, I beseech you, what are you doing.
The quote: Socrates: I am walking in the air, and speculating about the sun.
Strepsiades: And so you look down upon the gods from your basket, and not from the earth?
Socrates: For I should not have rightly discovered things celestial if I had not suspended the intellect, and mixed the thought in a subtle form with its kindred air. But if, being on the ground, I speculated from below on things above, I should never have discovered them. For the earth forcibly attracts to itself the meditative moisture. Water-cresses also suffer the very same thing.
Strepsiades: What do you say? Does meditation attract the moisture to the water-cresses?