“What’s now to do?” the prince’s care inquired;
“Delay is dangerous; patience may grow tired.”
The doctor then: “Send for him; come he must,
From his far home to fill some post of trust.155
Invite him here; a dress of honour give;
On him shower gold; new life ’twill make him live.”
The prince assented; took the doctor’s plan;
Thought it was sound and wise from such a man.
Two trusty messengers he quickly sent,
Sedate, fair-spoken, loved where’er they went.