Cébès: If this is so,
O my body you have been of little worth,
For you die and I must die along with you.
I shall die like a four-footed beast, and shall exist no more.
Why then has it been given to me to know this?
(He begins to scream.) Ah! Ah!
Tête-d'or: Yes, cry!
Cébès: Night! O Night!
Tête-d'or: The night is vast and wide, and the sun is lost in it,
And the silence, that no voice breaks nor any word, endures.