Book VII, 552

A. “Stranger, why mournest thou?” B. “For thy fate.” A. “Dost know who I am?” B. “No, but still I see thy end was wretched, and who art thou?” A. “Periclea.” B. “Whose wife?” A. “The wife of a noble man, an orator from Asia, by name Memnonius.” B. “And how is it that thou liest by the Bosporus?” A. “Ask Fate who gave me a tomb in a strange land far from my own country.” B. “Didst thou leave a son?” A. “One of three years old, who wanders up and down the house seeking the milk of my breasts.” B. “May he live and prosper.” A. “Yea, yea, my friend, pray for him, that he may grow up and shed sweet tears for me.”