_Aeci._ No more, goe, goe I say; Shew me not signs of sorrow, I deserve none: Dare any man lament, I should die nobly? Am I grown old to have such enemies? When I am dead, speak honourably of me, That is, preserve my memory from dying; There if you needs must weep your ruin'd Master, A tear or two will seem well: this I charge ye, (because ye say you yet love old _Aecius_) See my poor body burnt, and some to sing About my Pile, and what I have done and suffer'd, If _Cæsar_ kill not that too: at your banquets When I am gone, if any chance to number The times that have been sad and dangerous, Say how I fell, and 'tis sufficient: No more I say, he that laments my end By all the gods dishonours me; be gone And suddainly, and wisely from my dangers, My death is catching else. _Phi._ We fear not dying. _Aec._ Yet fear a wilfull death, the just Gods hate it, I need no company to that that Children Dare do alone, and Slaves are proud to purchase; Live till your honesties, as mine has done, Make this corrupted age sick of your vertues, Then dye a sacrifice, and then ye know The noble use of dying well, and _Roman_. _Are._ And must we leave ye Sir? _Aeci._ We must all die, All leave our selves, it matters not where, when, Nor how, so we die well: and can that man that does so Need lamentation for him? Children weep Because they have offended, or for fear; Women for want of will, and anger; is there In noble man, that truly feels both poyses Of life and death, so much of this wet weakness, To drown a glorious death in child and woman? I am asham'd to see ye; yet ye move me, And were it not my manhood would accuse me, For covetous to live, I should weep with ye. _Phi._ O we shall never see you more.