Tête-d'or: What is it? You look at me strangely and there is something in you that I do not recognise.
Cébès: You have come, O Conqueror,
To all the rest like the promise of a future of happy days!
For me alone you bring no rescue!
Tête-d'or: What do you mean?
Cébès (lying down again): I am dying.
Tête-d'or: What did you say?
Cébès: What the doctors told me, and it is the truth.
Tête-d'or: No!
Cébès: I shall not live through another night. I shall not live till noon.