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EURIPIDES.
Death.
Never:—should I not love mine honours too?
Apollo.
'Tis soon or late,—thou canst but take one life.
Death.
Yet mine the goodlier prize when die the young.55
Apollo.
Think—royal obsequies if old she die!
Death.
Lo, Phœbus making laws to shield the rich!
Apollo.
How say'st thou?—thou a sophist unawares!
Death.
Would wealth not buy the boon of dying old?
Apollo.
So then thou wilt not grant this grace to me?60
Death.
Nay surely—dost not know my wonted way?
Apollo.
Hateful to mortals this, and loathed of Gods.
Death.
All things beyond thy rights thou canst not have.
