ALCESTIS.
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Admetus.
This taunt strikes thee—'tis thou wast loth to die.
Pheres.
Sweet is yon sun-god's light, yea, it is sweet.
Admetus.
Base is thy spirit, and unmeet for men.
Pheres.
No agèd corpse thou bearest, inly laughing!
Admetus.
Yet shalt thou die in ill fame, when thou diest. 725
Pheres.
Nought reck I of ill-speaking o'er my grave.
Admetus.
Ah me! how full of shamelessness is eld!
Pheres.
Not shameless she,—but senseless hast thou found her.
Admetus.
Begone: leave me to bury this my dead
Pheres.
I go: her murderer will bury her. 730
Thou shalt yet answer for it to her kin.
Surely Akastus is no more a man,
If he of thee claim not his sister's blood. [Exit Pheres.
