To thee I owed the seizing of my sword,
Lest I should fall by odds; my wife's return,
All, all to thee; and thou art more than all.
Canst thou forgive me? Canst thou, my Cleanthes?
Can I deserve thus to grow here once more? [Embracing him.
Let me embrace myself quite into thee.
Clean. Come, come as fiercely as thou wilt, I meet thee; [Embraces Cleom.
I close within thee, and am thou again.
Panth. Why, this is as it should be.
Cleom. I could not thus have taken to the death