Lie open to each other in our death,
As in our life they were.
[Kiss and embrace.
Clean. I seal it thus.
Panth. And where's my part? You shut me out, like churls,
While you devour the feast of death betwixt you.
Cleom. Cheer up thy soul, and thou shalt die, Pantheus,
But in thy turn; there's death enough for all.
But, as I am thy master, wait my leisure,
And honestly compose my limbs to rest,