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Threshold and raiment and me passing in
Flecked with the sudden sanguine drops of death.

CHORUS.

Alas that time is stronger than strong men,

Fate than all gods: and these are fallen on us.

ALTHÆA.

A little since and I was glad; and now

I never shall be glad or sad again.

CHORUS.

Between two joys a grief grows unaware.

ALTHÆA.

A little while and I shall laugh; and then

I shall weep never and laugh not any more.

CHORUS.

What shall be said? for words are thorns to grief.

Withhold thyself a little and fear the gods.

ALTHÆA.

Fear died when these were slain; and I am as dead,

And fear is of the living; these fear none.