But why are you so stirred up?
As Plato very admirably observes in his 'Philebus'-- " "The Furies seize upon your 'Philebus'!" thundered Agias.

"Keep quiet, if you've nothing good to tell! Oh, Agias, Agias! where are your wits, where is your cunning?
What in the world can I do ?" And so he poured out his distress and anger.

But, after all, there was nothing to be done that night.

Pisander, who at last began to realize the dilemma of his friend, ventured on a sort of sympathy which was worse than no sympathy at all, for philosophical platitudes are ever the worst of consolations.

Agias invited the good man to spend the night with him, and not risk a second time the robbers of the streets.
The young Greek himself finally went to bed, with no definite purpose in his mind except to rescue Artemisia, at any and every hazard, from falling into the clutches of Calatinus, who was perhaps the one man in the world Agias detested the most heartily.
II Early in the morning Agias was awake.