Then it was your purpose, prince? But as our prisoner, you had no right over yourself!
PHILOTAS.
Do not say that, Strato! Should a man be able to fetter another's liberty to die, the liberty which the gods have left in all vicissitudes of life?
STRATO.
O king! Terror has paralyzed him! King!
ARIDÄUS.
Who calls me?
STRATO.
King!