PARNELL. When I'm dead, no doubt … some day. You can't fight for a winning cause, and not know that.
KATHARINE. But you are not going to die yet, dearest.
PARNELL (with a deep sigh of dejection). Oh! Wifie, I'm so tired, so tired!
KATHARINE. Well, who has a better right? Be tired, my dear! Give yourself up to it: let everything else go, and just rest! You are tired out. That's what I've been telling you.
PARNELL. Too much to do yet. Even dying would take more time than I can spare just now.
KATHARINE. But you must spare time to live, my dear—if you really wish to.
PARNELL. Wish? I never wished it more—for now I am living. I'm awake. Doubts are over.
KATHARINE. King … look at me! Don't take your eyes away, till I've done…. One of those papers said (what others have been saying) that it was I … I … need I go on?
PARNELL (with grim tenderness). Till you've done: you said …
KATHARINE. I—that have ruined you.