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A draught of water, sire?

[She holds a cup to his lips.

[Whispers to .] His wound bleeds inwardly.

Do not weep. Let no Greek weep for me; I am ascending to the stars

Beautiful temples Pictures But so far away.

Of what is he talking?

I know not; I think his mind is wandering.

[With closed eyes.] 'Twas given to Alexander to enter in triumph—into Babylon.—I too will Beautiful wreath—crown'd youths—dancing maidens,—but so far away.

Beautiful earth,—beautiful life

[He opens his eyes wide.

Oh, Helios, Helios—why didst thou betray me?

[He dies.

[After a pause.] That was death.

Dead—dead!