ˌɔn hɪz dˈɛθbɛd, ˈɑːɹsaɪt ɐpˈɑːlədʒˌaɪzᵻz, æz ðeɪ hæd wˈʌns bˌɪn æz klˈoʊs æz bɹˈʌðɚz ænd nˈaʊ ðeɪ wɜː ɹˈaɪvəlz ɪn lˈʌv.
On his deathbed, Arcite apologizes, as they had once been as close as brothers and now they were rivals in love.