Attendant.—Solon, the sage.
Croesus.—How true thy words
No man is happy till he knows his end.
Cyrus.—Can Solon help thee?
Croesus.—He hath taught me that
Which it were well for kings to know.
Cyrus.—Unbind him—we would hear it.
Croesus.—The fame of Solon having spread o'er Greece,
We sent for him to Sardis. Robed in purple,
We and our court received him: costly gems