_Panth._ Then we may sheath our swords. _Clean._ We may, Pantheus; But, as brave men should, each in his bosom; That only way is left us to die free. _Cleom._ All's lost for which I once desired to live. _Panth._ Come to our business then. Be speedy, sir, And give the word; I'll be the first, to charge The grim foe, death. _Cleom._ Fortune, thou hast reduced me very low, To do the drudgery of fate myself. What! not one brave Egyptian! not one worthy To do me manly right in single combat! To fall beneath my fury?--for that's justice: But then to drag me after:--for, to die, And yet in death to conquer, is my wish. _Clean._ Then have your wish: The gods at last are kind, And have provided you a sword that's worthy To match your own: 'Tis an Egyptian's too. _Cleom._ Is there that hidden treasure in thy country? The gods be praised, for such a foe I want. _Clean._ Not such a foe, but such a friend am I. I would fall first, for fear I should survive you, And pull you after to make sure in death, To be your undivided friend for ever. _Cleom._ Then enter we into each other's breasts, 'Tis a sharp passage, yet a kind one too. But, to prevent the blind mistake of swords, Lest one drop first, and leave his friend behind, Both thrust at once, and home, and at our hearts: Let neither stand on guard, but let our bosoms Lie open to each other in our death, As in our life they were. _Clean._ I seal it thus. [_Kiss and embrace._ _Panth._ And where's my part? You shut me out, like churls, While you devour the feast of death betwixt you. _Cleom._ Cheer up thy soul, and thou shalt die, Pantheus, But in thy turn; there's death enough for all. But, as I am thy master, wait my leisure, And honestly compose my limbs to rest, Then serve thyself.--Now, are you ready, friend? _Clean._ I am. _Cleom._ Then this to our next happy meeting. [_They both push together, then stagger backwards, and fall together in each other's Arms._ _Clean._ Speak, have I served you to your wish, my friend? _Cleom._ Yes, friend----thou hast----I have thee in my heart---- Say----art thou sped? _Clean._ I am,--'tis my last breath. _Cleom._ And mine----then both are happy. [_Both die._