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 himſelf 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 aboundant ſtreames of tricking teares, and waileful 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 ſscorne and deſpiſe death? where bee thoſe thy dayly and continuall prayſes of vertue and goodneſſe vaniſhed? where alſo is now that thy vnſpeakeable ſtoutneſſe, wherewith thou waſt
