Else they make an eternity of moments,
And clog the last sad sands of life with tears.
Hence, and be happy: trust me, I am not
Now to be pitied; or far more for what
Is past than present;—for the future, 'tis
In the hands of the deities, if such
There be: I shall know soon. Farewell—Farewell.
[Exeunt Pania and Soldiers.
Myr. These men were honest: it is comfort still410
That our last looks should be on loving faces.