Accept this counsel, mighty king, of Damon, Pithias’ friend.
O my Pithias! now farewell for ever, let me kiss thee, ere I die,
My soul shall honour thee, thy constant faith above the heavens shall fly.
Come, Gronno, do thine office now; why is thy colour so dead?
My neck is so short, that thou wilt never have honesty in striking off this head.[143]
Dionysius. Eubulus, my spirits are suddenly appalled, my limbs wax weak:
This strange friendship amazeth me so, that I can scarce speak.
Pithias. O mighty king, let some pity your noble heart meve;
You require but one man’s death, take Pithias, let Damon live.
Eubulus. O unspeakable friendship!