Alexander onee came and stood opposite him and said, " I am Alexander the great king." " And I," said he, " am Diogenes the Cynic." " Being asked what he had done to be called a hound, he said, " I fawn on those who give me anything, I yelp at those who refuse, and I set my teeth in rascals." He was gathering figs, and was told by the keeper that not long before a man had hanged himself on that very fig-tree. " Then," said he, " I will now purge it." Seeing an Olympian victor casting repeated glances at a courtesan, " See," he said, " yonder ram frenzied for battle, how he is held fast by the neck fascinated by a common minx." Handsome courtesans he would compare to a deadly honeyed potion. He was breakfasting in the marketplace, and the bystanders gathered round him with cries of " dog." "It is you who are dogs," cried he, " when you stand round and watch me at my breakfast." When two cowards hid away from him, he called out, " Don't be afraid, a hound is not fond of beetroot." After seeing a stupid wrestler practising as a doctor he inquired of him, " What does this mean ? Is it that you may now have your revenge on the rivals who formerly beat you ? Seeing the child of a courtesan throw stones at a crow r d, he cried out, " Take care you don't hit your father." A boy having shown him a dagger that he had received from an admirer, Diogenes remarked, " A pretty blade with an ugly handle." When some people commended a person who had given him a gratuity, he broke in with " You have no praise for me who was worthy to receive it." When some one asked that he might have back his cloak, " If it was