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ATALANTA IN CALYDON.
Threshold and raiment and me passing in
Flecked with the sudden sanguine drops of death.
CHORUS.
Fate than all gods: and these are fallen on us.
ALTHÆA.
I never shall be glad or sad again.
CHORUS.
ALTHÆA.
I shall weep never and laugh not any more.
CHORUS.
Withhold thyself a little and fear the gods.
ALTHÆA.
And fear is of the living; these fear none.