_Clo_. Drag him up. We shall never get him to come on board by himself. _Me_. I call you all to witness! My city-wall, my docks, remain unfinished. I only wanted five days more to complete them. _Clo_. Never mind. It will be another's work now. _Me_. Stay! One request I can make with a clear conscience. _Clo_. Well? _Me_. Suffer me only to complete the conquest of Persia; … and to impose tribute on Lydia; … and erect a colossal monument to myself, … and inscribe thereon the military achievements of my life. Then let me die. _Clo_. Creature, this is no single day's reprieve: you would want something like twenty years. _Me_. Oh, but I am quite prepared to give security for my expeditious return. Nay, I could provide a substitute, if preferred—my well-beloved! _Clo_. Wretch! How often have you prayed that he might survive you! _Me_. That was a long time ago. Now,—I see a better use for him. _Clo_. But he is due to be here, shortly, let me tell you. He is to be put to death by the new sovereign. _Me_. Well, Clotho, I hope you will not refuse my last request. _Clo_. Which is? _Me_. I should like to know how things will be, now that I am gone. _Clo_. Certainly; you shall have that mortification. Your wife will pass into the hands of Midas, your slave; he has been her gallant for some time past. _Me_. A curse on him! 'Twas at her request that I gave him his freedom. _Clo_. Your daughter will take her place in the harem of the present monarch. Then all the old statues and portraits which the city set up in your honour will be overturned,—to the entertainment, no doubt, of the spectators. _Me_. And will no friend resent these doings? _Clo_. Who was your friend? Who had any reason to be? Need I explain that the cringing courtiers who lauded your every word and deed were actuated either by hope or by fear—time-servers every man of them, with a keen eye to the main chance? _Me_. And these are they whose feasts rang with my name! who, as they poured their libations, invoked every blessing on my head! Not one but would have died before me, could he have had his will; nay, they swore by no other name. _Clo_. Yes; and you dined with one of them yesterday, and it cost you your life. It was that last cup you drank that brought you here. _Me_. Ah, I noticed a bitter taste.—But what was his object? _Clo_. Oh, you want to know too much. It is high time you came on board. _Me_. Clotho, I had a particular reason for desiring one more glimpse of daylight. I have a burning grievance! _Clo_. And what is that? Something of vast importance, I make no doubt.