Dialogue

 1 Lysis|       Socrates reads a lesson to Hippothales, the foolish lover of Lysis,
 2 Lysis|       humorous sort of fear, and Hippothales the flighty lover, who murders
 3 Lysis| exaggerated, sentimental love of Hippothales towards Lysis, and the childlike
 4 Lysis|         the narrator, Menexenus, Hippothales, Lysis, Ctesippus.~SCENE:
 5 Lysis|        of Panops, I fell in with Hippothales, the son of Hieronymus,
 6 Lysis|         were standing with them. Hippothales, seeing me approach, asked
 7 Lysis|           I asked: tell me that, Hippothales.~At this he blushed; and
 8 Lysis|    blushed; and I said to him, O Hippothales, thou son of Hieronymus!
 9 Lysis|        like to see you blushing, Hippothales, and hesitating to tell
10 Lysis|          the deme of Aexone.~Ah, Hippothales, I said; what a noble and
11 Lysis|    nonsense, and is stark mad.~O Hippothales, I said, if you have ever
12 Lysis|       this, I said: O ridiculous Hippothales! how can you be making and
13 Lysis|     agree.~Yes.~And now reflect, Hippothales, and see whether you are
14 Lysis|    joined. I should observe that Hippothales, when he saw the crowd,
15 Lysis|        him say this, I turned to Hippothales, and was very nearly making
16 Lysis|         to him: That is the way, Hippothales, in which you should talk
17 Lysis|        faint assent to this; and Hippothales changed into all manner