Sent thee a message, sir. There lives in the town hard by
A poor old widow woman from Corinth . . .
Chr.I know. Her daughter
My son fell madly in love with, was even on the point to marry.
’Twould never have done: she was not at all the sort of woman.
Tell me, sirs, when you came.
Ph.Our ship arrived this morning;
And since we sail to-night, ’twill save thee needless trouble
To make thy gift to the prince my master here at once,
According to Persian custom.