Canst thou fetch manhood up, with thy short steps,
While, with long strides, the giant stalks before thee.
Cleon. Am I to die before I am a man?
Cleom. Yes, thou must die with me, and I with her,
Who gave me life; and our poor infant too, within,
Must die before it knows what dying means.
Three different dates of nature, one would think;
But fate has crammed us all into one lease,
And that even now expiring.
Panth. Yet we live.