Sinopsis

I went down yesterday to the Piraeus with Glaucon the son of Ariston, that I
might offer up my prayers to the goddess (Bendis, the Thracian Artemis.); and
also because I wanted to see in what manner they would celebrate the festival,
which was a new thing. I was delighted with the procession of the inhabitants;
but that of the Thracians was equally, if not more, beautiful. When we had
finished our prayers and viewed the spectacle, we turned in the direction of the
city; and at that instant Polemarchus the son of Cephalus chanced to catch
sight of us from a distance as we were starting on our way home, and told his
servant to run and bid us wait for him. The servant took hold of me...