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[98-126] Alcestis 681<br />

FIRST SEMI-CHORUS<br />

Would Admetus bury her solitary,<br />

Make a grave alone for a wife so dear?<br />

CHORUS<br />

At the gate I see not<br />

The lustral water from the spring<br />

Which stands at the gates of the dead!<br />

No shorn tress in the portal<br />

Laid in lament for the dead!<br />

The young women beat not their hands!<br />

SECOND SEMI-CHORUS<br />

Yet to-day is the day appointed. . . .<br />

FIRST SEMI-CHORUS<br />

Ah! What have you said?<br />

SECOND SEMI-CHORUS<br />

When she must descend under earth!<br />

FIRST SEMI-CHORUS<br />

You have pierced my soul!<br />

You have pierced my mind!<br />

SECOND SEMI-CHORUS<br />

He that for long<br />

Has been held in esteem<br />

Must weep when the good are destroyed.<br />

CHORUS<br />

No!<br />

There is no place on earth<br />

To send forth a suppliant ship—<br />

Not to Lycia,<br />

Not to Amnion's waterless shrine—<br />

To save her from death!<br />

The dreadful doom is at hand.<br />

To what laden altar of what God<br />

Shall I turn my steps?<br />

He alone—<br />

If the light yet shone for his eye—<br />

Asclepius, Phoebus's son,<br />

Could have led her back

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