Then serve thyself.—Now, are you ready, friend?
Clean. I am.
Cleom. Then this to our next happy meeting.
[They both push together, then stagger backwards, and fall together in each other's Arms.
Clean. Speak, have I served you to your wish, my friend?
Cleom. Yes, friend——thou hast——I have thee in my heart——
Say——art thou sped?
Clean. I am,—'tis my last breath.
Cleom. And mine——then both are happy. [Both die.
Panth. So, this was well performed, and soon dispatched;