My captains, My Lysias, Gorgias, Seron, and Nicanor, Are babes in battle, and this dreadful Jew Will rob me of my kingdom and my crown.
My elephants shall trample him to dust; I will wipe out his nation, and will make Jerusalem a common burying-place, And every home within its walls a tomb! (Throws up his hands, and sinks into the arms of attendants, who lay him upon a bank.) PHILIP.
Antiochus! Antiochus! Alas, The King is ill! What is it, O my Lord?
ANTIOCHUS.
Nothing.

A sudden and sharp spasm of pain, As if the lightning struck me, or the knife Of an assassin smote me to the heart.
'T is passed, even as it came.

Let us set forward.
PHILIP.
See that the chariots be in readiness We will depart forthwith.
ANTIOCHUS.
A moment more.
I cannot stand.

I am become at once Weak as an infant.

Ye will have to lead me.
Jove, or Jehovah, or whatever name Thou wouldst be named,--it is alike to me,-- If I knew how to pray, I would entreat To live a little longer.
PHILIP.
O my Lord, Thou shalt not die; we will not let thee die! ANTIOCHUS.
How canst thou help it, Philip?
O the pain! Stab after stab.