My dear Phaedrus, whence come you, and whither are you going?

I come from Lysias the son of Cephalus, and I am going to take a walk outside the wall, for I have been sitting with him the whole morning; and our common friend Acumenus tells me that it is much more refreshing to walk in the open air than to be shut up in a cloister.

There he is right. Lysias then, I suppose, was in the town?

Yes, he was staying with Epicrates, here at the house of Morychus; that house which is near the temple of Olympian Zeus.

And how did he entertain you? Can I be wrong in supposing that Lysias gave you a feast of discourse?

You shall hear, if you can spare time to accompany me.