 Why have you come at this hour, Crito? Aren't you early? Yes, I am. Oh, what time is it? The sun is just about to rise. I'm surprised the guard let you in. I come so often. He knows me well, Socrates. Anyway, I have been kind to him. Have you just arrived? I've been here for some time. Then why do you sit there saying nothing? Why didn't you wake me up? I envy your ability to sleep, Socrates. I wish I myself were not so sleepless and filled with sorrow. I've been marveling at your peaceful slumber. I didn't wake you because I wanted you to remain without pain as long as possible. I have always considered your calm temperament to be a source of happiness. But I've never seen anything like the easy, cheerful way in which you bear this calamity. Crito, a person my age shouldn't agonize over the prospect of death. Other people are in similar situations. But their age doesn't keep them from agonizing. I suppose not. But you haven't told me why you are here so early. I came to bring a sad and painful message. Perhaps not sad to you, but to all of your friends and sadists of all to me. What news? I suppose the ship has arrived from Delos indicating that it's time for me to die. The ship hasn't actually arrived, but it will probably be here today. I talked with some people who left the ship at Sunium. Therefore, tomorrow will be the last day of your life, Socrates. If that is the will of the gods, Crito, I am also willing. But I think there will be a delay. Why do you say that? I'll tell you. Am I not to die on the day after the ship arrives? Yes, that's what the authorities say. Then I don't think the ship will be here until tomorrow. I based this on a dream I had in the night just a short while ago, while you fortunately allowed me to sleep. Tell me about the dream. I dreamed that a beautiful woman, clothed in a white gown, called to me and said, Socrates, on the third... Sample complete. Ready to continue?