Still I have a favor to ask of them. When my sons are grown up, I would ask you, my friends, to punish them, and I would have you trouble them, as I have troubled you, if they seem to care about riches19, or anything, more than about virtue; or if they pretend to be something when they are nothing — then reprove them, as I have reproved you, for not caring about that for which they ought to care, and thinking that they are something when they are really nothing. And if you do this, both I and my sons will have received justice at your hands. The hour of departure20 has arrived, and we go our ways — I to die, and you to live. Which is better only God knows. (693 words)