Asan. That I am sure of, good Megacles. Good day, my lords, good day.
[Exeunt Megacles and Courtiers.
Enter Messenger.
Mess. My Lord Asander, a messenger from Bosphorus has just landed, bringing this letter for your Highness.
Asan. Let me see it. (Reads) "Lysimachus to Asander sends greeting. Thy father is failing fast, and is always asking for his son. Thou art free, and must come to him before he dies. I have much to say to thee, having heard long since of a festival in memory of Lamachus to be held shortly. I will be with thee before then. Be ready to carry out the plan which I have formed for thy good, and will reveal to thee. Remember."
My father ailing?
And asks for me, and I his only son
Chained here inactive, while the old man pines
In that great solitude which hems a thro