At first, I believe, they only tried to
make her drink quietly and eat dessert; so Iatrocles told me the following day.
But as the carouse went on, and they became heated, they ordered her to sit down
and give them a song. The poor girl was bewildered, for she did not wish, and
she did not know how, to sing. Then Aeschines and Phryno declared that it was
intolerable impertinence for a captive,—and one of those ungodly,
pernicious Olynthians too,—to give herself such airs. “Call
a servant,” they cried; “bring a whip, somebody.”
In came a flunkey with a horsewhip, and—I suppose they were tipsy, and
it did not take much to irritate them,when she said something and began to cry,
he tore off her dress and gave her a number of lashes on the back.