Then we shall find Elinor and what I have lost.

Look, I am prepared; there is the death draught, let us drink it together and willingly & joyfully quit this hated round of daily life[.] "You turn from me; yet before you deny me reflect, Woodville, how sweet it were to cast off the load of tears and misery under which we now labour: and surely we shall find light after we have passed the dark valley.

That drink will plunge us in a sweet slumber, and when we awaken what joy will be ours to find all our sorrows and fears past.
_A little patience, and all will be over_; aye, a very little patience; for, look, there is the key of our prison; we hold it in our own hands, and are we more debased than slaves to cast it away and give ourselves up to voluntary bondage?
Even now if we had courage we might be free.

Behold, my cheek is flushed with pleasure at the imagination of death; all that we love are dead.

Come, give me your hand, one look of joyous sympathy and we will go together and seek them; a lulling journey; where our arrival will bring bliss and our waking be that of angels.