Translated by Benjamin Jowett
Socrates. My dear Phaedrus, whence come you, and whither are you going?
Phaedrus. 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.
Soc. There he is right. Lysias then, I suppose, was in the town?