Euthyphro. Why have you left the Lyceum, Socrates? and what
are you doing in the Porch of the King Archon? Surely you cannot be concerned
in a suit before the King, like myself?
Socrates. Not in a suit, Euthyphro; impeachment is the word which the
Euth. What! I suppose that some one has been prosecuting you, for I cannot
believe that you are the prosecutor of another.
Soc. Certainly not.
Euth. Then some one else has been prosecuting you?
Euth. And who is he?
Soc. A young man who is little known, Euthyphro; and I hardly know him: his
name is Meletus, and he is of the deme of Pitthis. Perhaps you may remember
his appearance; he has a beak, and long straight hair, and a beard which is
Euth. No, I do not remember him, Socrates. But what is the charge which he
brings against you?