Death The Leveller is part of one of his plays. He concieves death as a great leveller who has no distinctions between the rich and poor, high and low, hard and soft. The glories of our blood and state are only shadows. Family tradition or social status do not come to our aid when we die. Man has no armour to hold against fate. Death lays his icy hand on Kings and subjects. Kings wearing the sceptre and crown and peasants bearing the scythe and spade are all brought to dust and made equal by death.