Of life in which I may be Seneca again,
Seneca still.
Thr. Now if thou couldst convince us,
Seneca, of that, ’twere worthy thy last hour.
Teach me to picture what thou thinkst to see,
That land betwixt oblivion and regret;
Where is’t? how is it?
Sen.It lies not in the scope
Of demonstration, Thrasea; but my heart
Bears witness to it: the best that I could say