“Have you no last wish?”
“I wish for nothing, except peace and freedom from your foolish tears and sighs, and your disturbing lamentations. Go, woman, and say to yourself that Socrates wants to sleep for he is tired and out of humour; say to yourself that he will wake again, refreshed, rejuvenated, happy and amiable.”
“I wish you had taught me all this before.”
“you had nothing to learn from me.”
“Yes! I have learnt from you patience and self-control.”
“Do you forgive me?”
“I cannot, for I have done it already. Say farewell now, as though I were going on a journey. Say ‘We meet again,’ as though I were soon returning!”
“Farewell, then, Socrates, and be not angry with me.”
“No, I am always well-disposed towards you.”
“Farewell, my husband, for ever.”