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Rh Healing disease and all infirmity, That turns my Old Age back to Youth again! I can lay by Mortality, and strip The outworn garment of my years away,

(He lifts the glass which glows to a glorious golden red.)

I drink Undying Youth.

Sylvester come!

Your labour's lost.

What, is this darkness Death?