Tête-d'or: No! No!
Cébès: It is not the pain that I fear, and the cramps, and the horrible struggle to vomit,
When my mouth is filled with bile and blood and the sweat pours out of my body like water from a sponge.
This I can bear, for my heart is stout, and I shall look in your face, my brother, in the hour of my torture.
Why was I born? For I die and then I shall exist no more.
The shadows had closed about me so that I slept in darkness and woke in darkness. And I saw nothing; and I was deaf and heard no sound.
For I am like a man buried alive, and I am confined as in an oven!
Give me light! Give me light! Give me light! Give me light! For I would see!
Give me air, for I stifle!
Give me to drink, for I do not want the water that they bring me.