ALCESTIS.
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Admetus.
Yea, now I say it, and I will perform.
Alcestis.
On these terms take the children from mine hand. 375
Admetus.
I take them—precious gift from precious hand.
Alcestis.
Be to these babes a mother in my stead.
Admetus.
Sore is their need, who are bereft of thee.
Alcestis.
Darlings, I should have lived; and lo, I die.
Admetus.
Ah me!—what shall I do, forlorn of thee? 380
Alcestis.
Time shall bring healing:—but the dead is nought.
Admetus.
Take me, ah take me with thee to the grave!
Alcestis.
Suffice it that one dies—she dies for thee.
Admetus.
O Death, of what a wife dost thou bereave me!
