_Sar._ Higher, my good soldiers, And thicker yet; and see that the foundation Be such as will not speedily exhaust Its own too subtle flame; nor yet be quenched 360 With aught officious aid would bring to quell it. Let the throne form the _core_ of it; I would not Leave that, save fraught with fire unquenchable, To the new comers. Frame the whole as if 'Twere to enkindle the strong tower of our Inveterate enemies. Now it bears an aspect! How say you, Pania, will this pile suffice For a King's obsequies? _Pan._ Aye, for a kingdom's. I understand you, now. _Sar._ And blame me? _Pan._ No-- Let me but fire the pile, and share it with you. 370 _Myr._ That _duty's_ mine. _Pan._ A woman's! _Myr._ 'Tis the soldier's Part to die _for_ his sovereign, and why not The woman's with her lover? _Pan._ 'Tis most strange! _Myr._ But not so rare, my Pania, as thou think'st it. In the mean time, live thou.--Farewell! the pile Is ready. _Pan._ I should shame to leave my sovereign With but a single female to partake His death. _Sar._ Too many far have heralded Me to the dust already. Get thee hence; Enrich thee. _Pan._ And live wretched! _Sar._ Think upon 380 Thy vow:--'tis sacred and irrevocable. _Pan._ Since it is so, farewell. _Sar._ Search well my chamber, Feel no remorse at bearing off the gold; Remember, what you leave you leave the slaves Who slew me: and when you have borne away All safe off to your boats, blow one long blast Upon the trumpet as you quit the palace. The river's brink is too remote, its stream Too loud at present to permit the echo To reach distinctly from its banks. Then fly,-- 390 And as you sail, turn back; but still keep on Your way along the Euphrates: if you reach The land of Paphlagonia, where the Queen Is safe with my three sons in Cotta's court, Say what you _saw_ at parting, and request That she remember what I _said_ at one Parting more mournful still. _Pan._ That royal hand! Let me then once more press it to my lips; And these poor soldiers who throng round you, and Would fain die with you! [_The Soldiers and_ PANIA _throng round him, kissing his hand and the hem of his robe_.