When my speech was over, I called Giton, and said,
Now tell me, brother, on your honour. That night when Ascyltos took you away from
me, did he keep[p. 299]
awake until he had wronged you, or was he satisfied
with spending the night decently alone?" The boy touched his eyes and swore a most
precise oath that Ascyltos had used no force to him. . . .
I kneeled down on the threshold and entreated the favour of the gods in these lines:
“Comrade of the Nymphs and Bacchus, whom lovely Dione set as god over the wide
forests, whom famous Lesbos and green Thasos obey, whom the Lydian worships in
perpetual celebration, whose temple he has set in his own city of Hypaepa: come
hither, guardian of Bacchus and the Dryads' delight, and hear my humble prayer.
I come not to thee stained with dark blood, I have not laid hands on a temple
like a wicked enemy, but when I was poor and worn with want I sinned, yet not
with my whole body. There is less guilt in a poor man's sin. This is my prayer;
take the load from my mind, forgive a light offence; and whenever fortune's
season smiles upon me, I will not leave thy glory without worship. A goat shall
walk to thine altars, most holy one, a horned goat that is father of the flock,
and the young of a grunting sow, atender sacrifice. The new wine of the year
shall foam in the bowls, and the young men full of wine shall trace their joyous
steps three times round thy sanctuary.”. . .
As I was doing this and making clever plans to guard my trust, an old woman in ugly
black clothes, with her hair down, came into the shrine, laid hands on me, and drew
me out through the porch. . . .