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Regum et imperatorum apophthegmata
Plutarch (plutarch)Apop 58 · perseus-eng3More by Plutarch (plutarch)
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Brasidas caught a mouse among some dry figs, and, getting bitten, let it go. Then, turning to those who were present, he said,
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There is nothing so small that it cannot save its life, if it has the courage to defend itself against those who would lay hand on it.
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In a battle he was wounded by a spear which pierced his shield, and, pulling the weapon out of the wound, with this very spear he slew his foe. Asked how he got his wound, he said,
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’twas when my shield turned traitor.
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When it came to pass that he fell while trying
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to win independence for the Greeks who were living within the borders of Thrace, and the envoys sent to Sparta approached his mother,
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her first question was whether Brasidas had died honourably. And when the Thracians spoke of him in the highest terms, and said that there would never be another like him, she said,
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Ye ken naught aboot it, being from abraid; for Brasidas was e’en a guid mon, but Sparta has mony a better mon than him.
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