CHAP. V.
His Death.
HE died saith Laertius of sicknesse. As he lay on his death-bed, Diogenes came to him and asked him if he wanted a friend. Another time he came to him with a dagger; Antisthenes crying out, who will free me from this pain, he shewed him the dagger, saying, This shall, Antisthenes reply'd, I say from my pain, not from my life; for he bore his sicknesse somwhat impatiently through love of life.
Theopompus commends him above all the Disciples of Socrates, as being of such acute and sweet discourse, that he could lead any man to what he would.
There were three more of this name, one a Heraclitean Philo∣sopher; the second of Ephesus, the third of Rhodes a Historian.