Dialogue

 1 Euthyf|       SOCRATES: Their laughter, friend Euthyphro, is not a matter
 2 Euthyf|      without it?~SOCRATES: Rare friend! I think that I cannot do
 3 Euthyf|        SOCRATES: And I, my dear friend, knowing this, am desirous
 4 Euthyf|       have not as yet given, my friend, to the question, What is ‘
 5 Euthyf|         that you and I, my good friend, differ about a number;
 6 Euthyf|     suppose.~SOCRATES: Then, my friend, I remark with surprise
 7 Euthyf|    SOCRATES: Well then, my dear friend Euthyphro, do tell me, for
 8 Euthyf|      shall know better, my good friend, in a little while. The
 9 Euthyf| EUTHYPHRO: True.~SOCRATES: But, friend Euthyphro, if that which
10 Euthyf|        as I was saying, revered friend, the abundance of your wisdom
11 Euthyf|        And now tell me, my good friend, about the art which ministers
12 Euthyf|      they do.~SOCRATES: Why, my friend, and so are those of a general.
13 Euthyf|     Socrates.~SOCRATES: Yes, my friend; the reason is that I am