Then leave me now. Farewell to you, my comrades!
I will die alone!
A Captain: Alas!
The King: Why, alas? Farewell, my comrades. It was destined that this should be.
Farewell, I love you all.
What place is this, Centurion?
The Centurion: It is the upper pass. More rugged and difficult than the lower.
The King: Destroy the roads! Block the approaches with stones and the trunks of trees
That men may not trouble me: for I do not wish to go down into the earth again.
This will suffice. Do not lament. And do not order my army to display some emphatic sign of grief.