Dialogue

 1 Phaedo|         cultivating philosophy. Tell this to Evenus; and say
 2 Phaedo|       do, I wish that you would tell me what passed, as exactly
 3 Phaedo|        for him, you may as well tell me what I should say to
 4 Phaedo|       hymn in honour of Apollo.~Tell him, Cebes, he replied,
 5 Phaedo|         turned them into verse. Tell this to Evenus, Cebes, and
 6 Phaedo|        setting of the sun?~Then tell me, Socrates, why is suicide
 7 Phaedo|  telling me, and he wants me to tell you, that you are not to
 8 Phaedo|         soul’s immortality.~But tell me, Cebes, said Simmias,
 9 Phaedo| sepulchres, near which, as they tell us, are seen certain ghostly
10 Phaedo|      you mean, Socrates?~I will tell you, he said. The lovers
11 Phaedo|       said Simmias; then I will tell you my difficulty, and Cebes
12 Phaedo|      difficulty, and Cebes will tell you his. I feel myself, (
13 Phaedo|         our position. Please to tell me then, Cebes, he said,
14 Phaedo|         you?~Cebes said: I will tell you. My feeling is that
15 Phaedo|         dead the soul survives. Tell me, I implore you, how did
16 Phaedo|    harmony within her?~I cannot tell, replied Simmias; but I
17 Phaedo|        have to say.~Then I will tell you, said Socrates. When
18 Phaedo|      think so.~Well; but let me tell you something more. There
19 Phaedo|        I imagined that he would tell me first whether the earth
20 Phaedo|     said, in what I am about to tell you; but only what I have
21 Phaedo|         I quite understand you.~Tell me, then, what is that of
22 Phaedo|        the art of Glaucus would tell you; although I know not
23 Phaedo|         under the heaven, I can tell you a charming tale, Simmias,
24 Phaedo|       the time would fail me to tell.~Wherefore, Simmias, seeing