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We lay thy little servant at thy feet,
Knowing him safe with thee.
Ion.(In a low voice):
...To be with her
Before her crescent wax to full of moon,
She promis'd it, and she her promise keeps.
Goddess, my Lady, all the pain is past,
I never knew my mother, but you lean
Over me, motherly, hushing me to sleep.
Good-night, good rest, good fortune.
(Dies.)
Callixena.(Covers his face):
Gentle boy,
Your life, all service, all devotion,
You liv'd so near the Gods, but little space
You need to travel 'ere you be with them.
