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Arn.
And can it
Be, that the man who shook the earth is gone,

And left no footstep?

Stran.
There you err. His substance
Left graves enough, and woes enough, and fame
More than enough to track his memory;
But for his shadow-'tis no more than yours,
Except a little longer and less crooked
I' the sun. Behold another!
[A second phantom passes.

Arn.
Who is he?

Stran.
He was the fairest and the bravest of
Athenians. Look upon him well.

Arn.
He is
More lovely than the last. How beautiful!

Stran.
Such was the curled son of Clinias;-wouldst thou
Invest thee with his form?

Arn.
Would that I had
Been born with it! But since I may choose further,
I will look further.
[The shade of Alcibiades disappears.

Stran.
Lo! behold again!

Arn.
What! that low, swarthy, short-nosed, round-eyed satyr,
With the wide nostrils and Silenus' aspect,
The splay feet and low stature! I had better
Remain that which I am.

Stran.
And yet he was
The earth's perfection of all mental beauty,
And personification of all virtue.
But you reject him?