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Yesterday I went down to the Piraeus with Glaucon, son of Ariston, to offer up my prayers to the goddess; also to see how they would celebrate the festival, which was a new thing. I was delighted with the procession the inhabitants put on; but the Thracians’ was just as beautiful, maybe more so. When we had finished our prayers and watched the spectacle, we headed back towards the city. Just then Polemarchus, son of Cephalus, happened to catch sight of us from a distance as we were starting home and told his servant to run ahead and tell us to wait. The servant grabbed me from behind by the cloak, and said, ‘Polemarchus says to wait.’
I turned around and asked him where his master was.
There he is, coming after you, so wait, said the boy.
Of course we will, said Glaucon; and in a few minutes Polemarchus caught up. With him were Adeimantus, Glaucon's brother, Niceratus the son of Nicias, and several others who had been at the procession.
Polemarchus said to me: Socrates, I see you and our friend here are already headed back to the city.
You’ve guessed right, I said.
But don’t you see how many of us there are, he replied?
Of course.
Either you must overpower all of us, or you will have to stay where you are.
Isn’t there another way, I said; namely, that we could persuade you to let us go?
But can you persuade us if we won’t listen? he said.
Certainly not, replied Glaucon.
Then we aren’t going to listen; you can count on it.