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ATALANTA IN CALYDON.
ALTHÆA.
CHORUS.
ALTHÆA.
CHORUS.
ALTHÆA.
Are blinder than night's face at fall of moon.
That is my son, my flesh, my fruit of life,
My travail, and the year's weight of my womb,
Meleager, a fire enkindled of mine hands
And of mine hands extinguished; this is he.
CHORUS.
ALTHÆA.