Has changed my mind, to drag this lingering life,
To share thy sorrows, and assist thy weakness.—
Come in, my friends, and let us practise death;
Stroke the grim lion, till he grow familiar.—
Cleora, thou and I, as lovers should,
Will hand in hand to the dark mansions go,
Where life no more can cheat us into woe;
That, sucking in each other's latest breath,
We may transfuse our souls, and put the change on death. [Exeunt.