She was (according to the Character Agellius gives her)
curst, froward, chiding, and ••colding alwaies both day
and night, and for that reason he chose her, as he profest
to Antisthenes, from observing, that they who would be excel∣lent
in horse-manship, chose the roughest horses, knowing, if
they are able to manage them, they may easily rule others:
He, desirous to use much coversation with men, took her to
wife; knowing, if he could bear with her, he might easily con∣verse
with all men. To Alcibiades, who said, her scolding was
intollerable, he profest it was nothing to him, being used to
it like such as live in the continuall noise of a mill. Besides,
saith he, cannot you endure the cackling of hens; but they
answered Alcibiades, bring me Eggs and chickens; and my Xan∣tippe,
replies Socrates, children.
Of her impatience, and his sufferance, there are severall in∣stances;
one day before some of his friends, she fell into the
usuall extravagance of her passion, whereupon he not answe∣ring
anything, went forth with them, but was no sooner out
of the doore, when she running up into the chamber, threw
down water upon his head, whereat turning to his friends,
did I not tell you, saith he, that after so much thunder we should
have rain.
Another time she pulled his Cloak off from his shoulders in
the open Forum; some friends present counselled him to beat
her. Yes, saith he, that whilst we two fight, you may all stand
by, and cry, Well done Socrates, to him Xantippe.
To some other story in the same kind▪ Antoninus alludes in
these words; how Socrates looked when he was sain to gird himselfe
with askin, Xantippe having taken his cloths away, and carried them
forth with her, and what he said to his friends, who out of a modest re∣spectsulnesse,
went back, secing him so attired.
Having brought Euthydemus from the Palaestrae to dine with
him, Xantippe running to the table, angry, and scolding, over∣turned
it; Euthydemus much troubled, rose up, and would have
gone away, when Socrates did not: a Hen, saith he, the other
day did the very samething at your house, yet I was not angry
thereat.
Alcibiades having sent him a crious march-pane, Xantippe
furiously (as her manner was) threw it our of the basket, and
trode upon it; whereat Socrates laughing, and shall not you (saith he)
lose your share in it.
Another time she offered to go to a publick show attired
undecently; take heed, saith he, you be not rather the spectacle
then the spectatour.
With reason therefore he said, I had three evills, Grammer,
Poesy, and an ill wife; two I have shaken off, but my ill wife
I cannot.