Cleom. No, even now we die; death is within us,
And keeps our life; for nourishment is life,
And we have fed our last; hunger feeds death.
Crat. A lingering doom, but four days hence the same;
And we can shorten those, turn days to hours,
And hours to moments; death is in our call.
Panth. The sooner, then, the better.
Cleon. So say I.
Panth. While we have spirits left to meet him boldly.
Cleon. I'll hold my breath,