(Sprinkling.)
This to Epicharis.
Thr.Well spoken, son.
No better wish than that we all may die
Bravely as she.
Sen.So be it! Now let us sit. (They sit.)
And I between (sitting). I would so spend this hour,.
That ye shall not forget it in after-days,
When ye think of me. ’Tis the last time, friends,
That ye will sup with me.