Treason. You are unjust to come before the time.
Death. The moment and myself are on the stroke.
Treason. Thou deemest that this man is soon to die?
Death. Death is already in him.
Treason. Yea, his body.— His mind is brighter than it was before.
Death. My shadow lights his mind; but it is Death.
Treason. How hast thou entered him without a struggle?
Death. The struggle was thy work.
Treason. Give me some moments.
Death. [Pointing to the door with great dignity.] The man is mine. Hence! Silence! Obey!