The dead body!--If you will revenge yourself, king, awaken it again!
ARIDÄUS.
Ah! What do I say?
PHILOTAS.
I pity you! Farewell, Strato! There, where all virtuous friends and all brave men are members of one blessed state--in Elysium we shall meet again! We also, king, shall meet again.
ARIDÄUS.
And reconciled! Prince!
PHILOTAS.
O then, ye gods, receive my triumphant soul; and thou, goddess of peace, thy offering!