Axiochus

Clinias.

O Socrates, I am sure that my father, assoone as hee but beholdeth you, will be much better at ease: for his fitte and panges of his sicknesse vse oftentimes to surcease and be asswaged.

Socrates.

But that we might the sooner come to him, we tooke the way, which lieth beside the town wall by the Gardeins; for his dwelling was hard by the gates which lyeth toward the Amazons piller: whither wee comming, found Axiochus (which by this time was come to himselfe againe) being indeed somewhat strong in his body, but very weake and feeble in his minde, and resting altogether comfortlesse: often tossing him, and tumbling vp and downe in his bed, fetching deepe and dolefull sighes, with abundant streames of trickling teares, and wailefull wringing of his handes: whome beholding, O Axiochus quoth I, what meaneth this? where bee now those haughtie and couragious words, wherewith thou wast wont to scorne and despise death? where bee those thy dayly and continuall prayses of vertue and goodnesse vanished: where also is now that thy vnspeakable stoutnesse, wherewith thou wast