Greatest Speeches In History Series – SOCRATES

In this greatest speeches in history series, SOCRATES is on trial for “corrupting youthful minds” with his “Socratic Method” and in this speech defends himself.

SOCRATES:   Thou doest wrong to think that a man of any use at all is to weigh the risk of life or death, and not to consider one thing only, whether when he acts he does the right thing or the wrong, performs the deeds of a good man or a bad…

If I should be found to be wiser than the multitude, it would be in this, that having no adequate knowledge of the Beyond, I do not presume that I have it. But one thing I do know, and that is that to do injustice or turn my back on the better is alike an evil and a disgrace.  And never shall I fear a possible good, rather than avoid a certain evil…If you say to me, ‘Socrates, Anytus fails to convince us, we let you go on condition that you no longer spend your life in this search, and that you give up philosophy, but if you are caught again you must die’ –my reply is ‘Men of Athens, I honour and love you, but I shall obey God rather than you, and while I breathe, and have the strength, I shall never turn from philosophy, nor from warning and admonishing any of you I come across not to disgrace your citizenship of a great city renowned for its wisdom and strength, by giving your thought to reaping the largest possible harvest of wealth and honour and glory, and giving neither thought nor care that you may reach the best in judgement, truth, and the soul’…

So God bids, and I consider that never has a greater good been done you, than through my ministry in the city.  For it is my one business to go about to persuade young and old alike not to make their bodies and their riches their first and their engrossing care, but rather to give it to the perfecting of their soul.  Virtue springs not from possessions, but from virtue springs possessions and all other human blessings, whether for individual or for society.  If that is to corrupt the youth, then it is mischievous.  But that and nothing else is my offending, and he lies who says else.  Further I would say, O Athenians, you can believe Anytus or not, you may acquit or not, but I shall not alter my conduct, no, not if I have to die a score of deaths.

You can assure yourselves of this that, being what I say, if you put me to death, you will not be doing greater injury to me than to yourselves.  To do me wrong is beyond the power of a Meletus or an Anytus.  Heaven permits not the better man to be wronged by the worse.  Death, exile, disgrace – Anytus and the average man may count these great evils, not I.  A far greater evil is to do as he is now doing, trying to do away with a fellow-being unjustly.

O Athenians, I am far from pleading, as one might expect, for myself; it is for you.  I plead lest you should err as concerning the gift of God given unto you, by condemning me.  If you put me to death you will not easily find another of my sort, who, to use a metaphor that may cause some laughter, am attached by God to the state, as a kind of gadfly to a big generous horse, rather slow because of its very bigness and in need of being waked up.  As such and to that end God has attached me to the city, and all day long and everywhere I fasten on you, rousing and persuading and admonishing you…

Clearly, if I tried to persuade you and overcame you by entreaty, when you have taken the oath of judge, I should be teaching you not to believe that there are gods, and my very defence would be conviction that I do not pay them regard.  But that is far from being so.  I believe in them as no one of my accusers believes.  And to you I commit my cause and to God, to judge me as seemeth best for me and for you.

(At this point Socrates has been declared, ‘Guilty’.)

Men of Athens, many things keep me from being grieved that you have convicted me.  What has happened was not unexpected by me.  I am rather surprised at the number of votes on either side.  I did not think the majority would be so little.  As it is the transference of thirty votes would have acquitted me…

A fine life it would be for one at my age always being driven out from one city and changing to another.  For I know that withersoever I go the young men will listen to my words, just as here.  If I drive them away, they themselves will have me cast out, and if I don’t drive them away their fathers and relatives will cast me out for their sakes.

(Decision gets announced for Socrates, ‘Death’.)

O men, hard it is not to avoid death, it is far harder to avoid wrongdoing.  It runs faster than death.  I being slow and stricken in years am caught by the slower, but my accusers, sharp and clever as they are,  by the swifter wickedness.  And now I go to pay the debt of death at your hands, but they to pay the debt of crime and unrighteousness at the hand of Truth.  I for my part shall abide by the award; let them see to it also.  Perhaps somehow these things were to be, and I think it is well…

Wherefore, O judges, be of good cheer about death, and know of a certainty that no evil can happen to a good man, either in life or after death.  He and his are not neglected by the gods, nor has my own approaching end happened by mere chance.  But I see clearly that to die and be released was better for me; and therefore the oracle gave no sign.  For which reasons, also, I am not angry with my condemners, or with my accusers; they have done me no harm, although they did not mean to do me any good; and for this I may gently blame them.

Still I have a favour to ask of them.  When my sons are grown up, I would ask you, O my friends, to punish them, and I would have you trouble them, as I have troubled you, if they seem to care about riches, or anything, more than about virtue; or if they pretend to be something when they are really nothing, then reprove them, as I have reproved you, for not caring about that for which they are really nothing.  And if you do this, I and my sons will have received justice at your hands.

The hour of departure has arrived, and we go our own ways – I to die, and you ti live.  Which is better God only knows.

The Death of Socrates by Jacques-Louis David

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