Xanthippe

The return of Xanthippe and his children indicates that the philosopher is not 'made of oak or rock.'

The monologue of Xanthippe—in which she gave her candid opinion of Socrates—was, in its way, and within its limits, a masterpiece.

Xanthippe by name, yclept also Iaia by way of jest, escapes from sorrow since her soul from the body flies.

A new Xanthippe, she severely tried my Socratic patience by reiterating that I was frittering away her dowry—her dowry!

Queen Elizabeth, attended by Ophelia and Xanthippe, was walking along the river-bank.