otstep?

_Stran._ There you err. His substance
Left graves enough, and woes enough, and fame
More than enough to track his memory;
But for his shadow--'tis no more than yours,
Except a little longer and less crooked
I' the sun. Behold another! [_A second phantom passes_.

_Arn._ Who is he? 210

_Stran._ He was the fairest and the bravest of
Athenians.[213] Look upon him well.

_Arn._ He is
More lovely than the last. How beautiful!

_Stran._ Such was the curled son of Clinias;--wouldst thou
Invest thee with his form?

_Arn._ Would that I had
Been born with it! But since I may choose further,
I will _look_ further. [_The shade of Alcibiades disappears_.

_Stran._ Lo! behold again!

_Arn._ What! that low, swarthy, short-nosed, round-eyed satyr,
With the wide nostrils and Silenus' aspect,
The splay feet and low stature![214] I had better 220
Remain that which I am.

_Stran._ And yet he was
The earth's perfection of all mental beauty,
And personification of all virtue.
But you reject him?

_Arn._ If his form could bring me
That which redeemed it--no.

_Stran._ I have no power
To promise that; but you may try, and find it
Easier in such a form--or in your own.

_Arn._ No. I was not born for philosophy,
Though I have that about me which has need on't.
Let him fleet on.

_Stran._ Be air, thou Hemlock-drinker! 230
[_The shadow of Socrates disappears: another rises_.

_Arn._ What's here? whose broad brow and whose curly beard
And manly aspect look like Hercules,[215]
Save that his jocund eye hath more of Bacchus
Than the sad purger of the infernal world,
Leaning dejected on his club of conquest,[216]
As if he knew the worthlessness of those
For whom he had fought.

_Stran._ It was the man who lost
The ancient world for love.

_Arn._ I cannot blame him,
Since I have risked my soul because I find not
That which he exchanged the earth for.

_Stran._ Since so far 240
You seem congeni