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But who, then, is dead? One of the children? The old father?
SERVANT
O stranger, Admetus no longer has a wife.
HERACLES
What! And yet I was received in this way?
SERVANT
He was ashamed to send you away from his house.
HERACLES
O hapless one! What a wife you have lost!
SERVANT
Not she alone, but all of us are lost.
HERACLES (now completely sobered)
I felt there was something when I saw his tear-wet eyes, his
shaven head, his distracted look. But he persuaded me he was taking
the body of a stranger to the grave. Against my will I entered these
ates, and drank in the home of this generous man-and he in such grief!
And shall I drink at such a time with garlands of flowers on my
head? You, why did you not tell me that such misery had come upon this
house? Where is he burying her? Where shall I find him?
SERVANT
Beside the straight road which leads to Larissa you will see a
tomb of polished stone outside the walls.
(Returns to the servants' quarters)
HERACLES
O heart of me, much-enduring heart, O right arm, now indeed must
you show what son was born to Zeus by Alcmena, the Tirynthian,
daughter of Electryon! For I must save this dead woman, and bring back
Alcestis to this house as a grace to Admetus.
I shall watch for Death, the black-robed Lord of the Dead, and I
know I shall find him near the tomb, drinking the blood of the
sacrifices. If can leap upon him from an ambush, seize him, grasp
him in my arms, no power in the world shall tear his bruised sides
from me until he has yielded up this woman. If I miss my prey, if he
does not come near the bleeding sacrifice, I will go down to Kore
and her lord in their sunless dwelling, and I will make my entreaty to
them, and I know they will give me Alcestis to bring back to the hands
of the host who welcomed me, who did not repulse me from his house,
though he was smitten with heavy woe which most nobly he hid from
me! Where would be a warmer welcome in Thessaly or in all the
dwellings of Hellas?
He shall not say he was generous to an ingrate!

(HERACLES goes out. Presently ADMETUS and his attendants, followed
by the CHORUS, return from the burial of ALCESTIS.)


ADMETUS (chanting)
Alas!
Hateful approach, hateful sight of my widowed house! Oh me! Oh me!
Alas! Whither shall I go? Where rest? What can I say? What refrain
from saying? Why can I not die? Indeed my mother bore me for a hapless
fate. I envy the dead, I long to be with them, theirs are the
dwellings where I would be. Without pleasure I look upon the light
of day and set my feet upon the earth-so precious a hostage has
Death taken from me to deliver unto Hades!
CHORUS (chanting responsively with ADMETUS)
Go forward,
Enter your house.
ADMETUS
Alas!
CHORUS
Your grief deserves our tears.
ADMETUS
O Gods!
CHORUS

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