Part 87 (1/2)

What is it, after all?

DIDIER

Did you sleep well Last night?

SAVERNY

No, badly, for my bed was hard

DIDIER

When you are dead, your bed will be much harder, But you will sleep extremely well--that's all

They've

SAVERNY

Good! My fears are gone!

But to be hanged! That certainly is bad

DIDIER

You're getting death; don't be an egotist

SAVERNY

You can be satisfied; but I am not

I'm not afraid of death--that is no boast-- When death is death, but on the gallows!

DIDIER

Well, Death has a thousand forallows are one

That moment is not pleasant when the rope Puts out your life as one puts out a fla your throat to let your soul fly up; But, after all, what matter? If all's dark, If only all this earth is hidden well, What matter if a toht-winds howl and blow About the strings of flesh crows tore froibbet? What care you?

SAVERNY

You're a philosopher

DIDIER

Yes, let them rave

Let vultures tear s; my body Is what's concerned, not I What do I care?

When sepulchers shut down our hty mass of stone And flies away--