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O Socrates, I am ure that my father aoone as hee but beholdeth you, will be much better at eae: for his fitte and panges of his icknee ve oftentimes to urceae and be awaged.

But that we might the ooner come to him, we tooke the way, which lieth beide 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 himelf againe) being indeed omewhat trong in his body, but very weake and feeble in his minde, and reting altogether comfortlee: often tosing him, and tumbling vp and downe in his bed, fetching deepe and dolefull ighes, with aboundant treames of tricking teares, and waileful wringing of his handes: whome beholding, O Axiochus quoth I, what meaneth this? where bee now thoe haughtie and couragious words, wherewith thou wat wont to scorne and depie death? where bee thoe thy dayly and continuall prayes of vertue and goodnee vanihed? where alo is now that thy vnpeakeable toutnee, wherewith thou wat