Philaster.Fie, fie,
So young and so dissembling! fear'st thou not death?
Can boys contemn that?
Bellario.O, what boy is he
Can be content to live to be a man,
That sees the best of men thus passionate,
Thus without reason?
Philaster.O, but thou dost not know what 'tis to die.
Bellario.Yes, I do know, my Lord!
'Tis less than to be born; a lasting sleep,