Here, Isocrates, is what you must say, here, Theopompus, is what I want you to say about me. But regarding my dear husband, forget nothing that can be glorious to him and everything that was truly in him. Speak of his formidable fervor towards his enemies, his love for his subjects, and the respect he inspired in all the neighboring princes. Speak of the great qualities of his soul and the graces he had received from nature. Praise his valor in war, his gentleness in times of peace, his fairness, and his clemency towards all. Finally, form yourself the image of an accomplished prince, and you will have the genuine portrait of Mausolus. But after having said all these things about this prestigious husband, speak fervently of the love he had for me and the one I've always had for him. Spread this passion as fierce, pure, and loyal as it was. Disillusion those who believe that crime is the fuel of love and think that a legitimate passion cannot be as ardent, durable and enjoyable. Teach them that Mausolus and I give an example that destroys all their experiences and all their reasonings, for even if our love was stained with innocence, it was nonetheless burning, persistent until death and infinitely pleasant for us. Speak therefore in praise of this connection that compels two prestigious people to love each other forever. But, if possible, hurry to satisfy me. Even use your eloquence to persuade all those working on Mausolus's tomb to speed up their work, for my own is soon ending. The meager ashes I have left of my dear Mausolus will soon be consumed, and once this is done, I will have nothing more to do in this world. Everything on earth can no longer awaken my mind. I am insensitive to everything, except to pain. The only desire that inhabits my soul is to join my dear Mausolus and to be certain that you will take care of his glory. Your own gratitude should encourage you to do so, compassion should push you, and if it is permitted to offer other rewards to philosophers than the simple pleasure of doing good, consider the expenses I commit to the construction of this magnificent tomb and judge that she who spends so much treasure on mute marbles will not be stingy when you speak to the glory of her dear Mausolus. But, regardless of your eagerness to satisfy me, neither the architects nor you will have completed your works as quickly as I will finish mine. And if I am not mistaken, I will die soon enough to allow you to illuminate Mausolus's praise with the death of his Artemisia.

                                          Effect of this speech


        This virtuous queen obtained what she desired: Isocrates and Theopompus spoke about her dear Mausolus in such a complimentary manner that some accused them of interested flattery. As for her, it was legit that she hastened the architects, for this sumptuous tomb was not yet completed when she was laid to rest in it in turn. Those who had undertaken this miraculous work did not fail to complete it. 

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