All nonsense! CHARICLEA.

What think you, Alcibiades?
ALCIBIADES.

I think that, if the doctrine be true, your spirit will be transfused into one of the doves who carry (Homer's Odyssey, xii.
63.) ambrosia to the gods or verses to the mistresses of poets.

Do you remember Anacreon's lines?
How should you like such an office?
CHARICLEA.

If I were to be your dove, Alcibiades, and you would treat me as Anacreon treated his, and let me nestle in your breast and drink from your cup, I would submit even to carry your love-letters to other ladies.
CALLICLES.