That she remember what I said at one
Parting more mournful still.
Pan.That royal hand!
Let me then once more press it to my lips;
And these poor soldiers who throng round you, and
Would fain die with you!
The Soldiers and Pania throng round him, kissing his hand and the hem of his robe.
Sar.My best! my last friends!400
Let's not unman each other: part at once:
All farewells should be sudden, when for ever,