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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.
The Voice:
Sylvester come!
Your labour's lost.
(The glass drops with a crash from his hands. He falls face forward. Whole stage darkens.)
Sylvester:
What, is this darkness Death?
