PERSONS OF THE DIALOGUE:
SOCRATES; CR1TO
SCENE: The Prison of Socrates
Socrates. Why have you come at this hour, Crito? It must be
quite early?
Crito. Yes, certainly.
Soc. What is the exact time?
Cr. The dawn is breaking.
Soc. I wonder that the keeper of the prison would let you in.
Cr. He knows me, because I often come, Socrates; more over,
I have done him a kindness.
Soc. And are you only just arrived?
Cr. No, I came some time ago.
Soc. Then why did you sit and say nothing, instead of at once
awakening me?
Cr. I should not have liked myself, Socrates, to be in such
great trouble and unrest as you are-indeed I should not: I have been watching
with amazement your peaceful slumbers; and for that reason I did not awake
you, because I wished to minimize the pain. I have always thought you to
be of a happy disposition; but never did I see anything like the easy,
tranquil manner in which you bear this calamity.
Soc. Why, Crito, when a man has reached my age he ought not
to be repining at the approach of death.
Cr. And yet other old men find themselves in similar misfortunes,
and age does not prevent them from repining.
Soc. That is true. But you have not told me why you come at
this early hour.
Cr. I come to bring you a message which is sad and painful;
not, as I believe, to yourself, but to all of us who are your friends,
and saddest of all to me.
Soc. What? Has the ship come from Delos, on the arrival of which
I am to die?
Cr. No, the ship has not actually arrived, but she will probably
be here today, as persons who have come from Sunium tell me that they left
her there; and therefore tomorrow, Socrates, will be the last day of your
life.
Soc. Very well, Crito; if such is the will of God, I am willing;
but my belief is that there will be a delay of a day.
Cr. Why do you think so?
Soc. I will tell you. I am to die on the day after the arrival
of the ship.
Cr. Yes; that is what the authorities say.
Soc. But I do not think that the ship will be here until tomorrow;
this I infer from a vision which I had last night, or rather only just
now, when you fortunately allowed me to sleep.
Cr. And what was the nature of the vision?
Soc. There appeared to me the likeness of a woman, fair and
comely, clothed in bright raiment, who called to me and said: O Socrates,