BRASIDAS. Brasidas caught a mouse among his dried
figs, which bit him, and he let it go. Whereupon, turning
to the company, Nothing, said he, is so small which may
not save itself, if it have the valor to defend itself
against its aggressors. In a fight he was shot through his
shield, and plucking the spear out of his wound, with the
same he slew his adversary. When he was asked how he
came to be wounded, My shield, said he, betrayed me.
It was his fortune to be slain in battle, as he endeavored to
liberate the Grecians that were in Thrace. These sent an
embassy to Lacedaemon, which made a visit to his mother,
who first asked them whether Brasidas died honorably.
When the Thracians praised him, and affirmed that there
would never be such another man, My friends, said she,
you are mistaken; Brasidas indeed was a valiant man, but
Lacedaemon hath many more valiant men than he.