well as to yourselves."
...

"We will do our best," said Crito. "But in what way would you have
us bury you?"

"In any way that you like; only you must get hold of me, and take
care that I do not walk away from you." Then he turned to us, and
added with a smile: "I can not make Crito believe that I am the
same Socrates who has been talking and conducting the argument; he
fancies that I am the other Socrates whom he will soon see, a dead
body--and he asks, 'How shall he bury me?' And though I have spoken
many words in the endeavor to show that when I have drunk the
poison I shall leave you and go to the joys of the blessed--these
words of mine, with which I comforted you and myself, have had, as
I perceive, no effect upon Crito. And therefore I want you to be
surety for me now, as he was surety for me at the trial: but let
the promise be of another sort; for he was my surety to the judges
that I would remain, but you must be my surety to him that I shall
not remain, but go away and depart; and then he will suffer less at
my death, and not be grieved when he sees my body being burned. I
would not have him sorrow at my hard lot, or say at the
burial,'Thus we lay out Socrates,' or, 'Thus we follow him to the
grave or bury him'; for false words are not only evil in
themselves, but they infect the soul with evil. Be of good cheer
then, my dear Crito, and say that you are burying my body only, and
do with that as is usual, and as you think best."

When he had spoken these words, he arose and went into the
bath-chamber with Crito, who bid us wait; and we waited, talking
and thinking of the subject of discourse, and also of the greatness
of our sorrow; he was like a father of whom we were being bereaved,
and we were about to pass the rest of our lives as orphans. When he
had taken his bath, his children were brought to him--and the women
of his family also came, and he talked to them and gave them a few
directions in the presence of Crito; and he then dismissed them and
returned to us.

Now the hour of sunset was near. When he came out, he sat down with
us again after his bath, but not much was said. Soon the jailer,
who was the servant, entered and stood by him, saying: "To you,
Socrates, whom I know to be the noblest and gentlest and best o