Strepsiades’ son Phidippides has returned from the Thoughtery, and
Oh! what madness! I had lost my reason when I threw over the gods through Socrates' seductive phrases. [Addressing the statue of Hermes] Oh! good Hermes, do not destroy me in your wrath. Forgive me; their babbling had driven me crazy. Be my counselor. Shall I pursue them at law or shall I....? Order and I obey. You are right, no law-suit; but up! let us burn down the home of those praters. Here, Xanthias, here! take a ladder, come forth and arm yourself with an axe; now mount upon the Thoughtery, demolish the roof, if you love your master, and may the house fall in upon them. Ho! bring me a blazing torch! There is more than one of them, arch-impostors as they are, on whom I am determined to have vengeance.
Aristophanes, The Clouds.
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