I hear my words far off:—stand, stand, thou traitor,
And swim not thus before me;—'tis too late;
[Puts the Point upon the Ground, once or twice; leans on it, and staggers.
And I fall unrevenged.— [Offers to run at him, and is falling.
Clean. What ho, Pantheus! [Runs to him, and takes him in his arms.
The best of men is dying in my arms,
And I want power to save him.
Enter Pantheus.
Panth. O heavens! what means this direful object?