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[509-524] Alcestis<br />

ADMETUS<br />

Hail I Son of Zeus and of the blood of Perseus!<br />

HERACLES<br />

And hail to you, Admetus, lord of the Thessalians!<br />

ADMETUS<br />

May it be so! I know your friendship well.<br />

HERACLES<br />

What means this shorn hair, this mourning robe?<br />

ADMETUS<br />

To-day I must bury a dead body.<br />

HERACLES<br />

May a God avert harm from your children!<br />

ADMETUS<br />

The children I have begotten are alive in the house.<br />

HERACLES<br />

Your father was ripe for death—if it is he has gone? .<br />

ADMETUS<br />

He lives—and she who brought me forth, O Heracles.<br />

HERACLES<br />

Your wife—Alcestis—she is not dead?<br />

ADMETUS (evasively)<br />

Of her I might make a double answer.<br />

HERACLES<br />

Do you mean that she is dead or alive?<br />

ADMETUS (ambiguously)<br />

She is and is not—and for this I grieve.<br />

HERACLES (perplexed)<br />

I am no wiser—you speak obscurely.<br />

ADMETUS<br />

Did you not know the fate which must befall her?<br />

HERACLES<br />

I know she submitted to die for you.

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