An arrow pierced his brain, while, scattering[aa]
The last drops from his helm, he stood in act
To place it on his brows.
Sar.Slain! unrewarded!
And slain to serve my thirst: that's hard, poor slave!
Had he but lived, I would have gorged him with
Gold: all the gold of earth could ne'er repay360
The pleasure of that draught; for I was parched
As I am now. [They bring water—he drinks.
I live again—from henceforth