I, I have something to tell to you.
Tête-d'or: What?
Cébès: It has not been permitted that I should die in such despair! And now I am beyond all pain,
And it troubles me no more. Tête-d'or!
Tête-d'or: What, brother?
Cébès: Take me in your arms and hold me, for there is no longer any strength in me. And put me on your shoulder like an armful of leafy branches.
O Tête-d'or! you have baptised me with your blood. Now like a babe I lie upon your breast and pour forth on your bosom all myself,
For every tie is dissolved and I am like a severed branch.
(tête-d'or takes cébès in his arms.
Tête-d'or: Thus in my turn I take you in my arms.