Gyges.
Had you but seen how he took leave of life
You’d call’t a holy thing, this awed recoil
That sanctions not the mere touch of your garment,
Till I have done this thing for him. There’s none
Had more o’ the rich world’s goods than he, and yet
He went therefrom as others come therein.
Rhod.
If with such noble soul he trod the way
To dusky death, that realm where none renews