Receive my blood upon you! Oh, I will stab myself to the heart that my blood may burst forth like a fountain, as you drive in the bung of a cask with a resolute blow!
It is my blood. Thus do we greet each other, you and I, we who walk through the shades with warm blood in our veins.
Like two brothers who, after death, recognise one another in the eternal night, although they cannot see
And throw themselves into each others' arms, the tears streaming down their cheeks.
Cébès: I salute you, O King!
I hold you in my arms, Majesty!
And I have tasted of your blood, like the first wine trod from the wine-press!
(He rises.
Simon: Farewell!
Cébès: Farewell!