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EURIPIDES.
Would God I were dead!
O, I came from the womb
To a destiny dread!
Ah, those in the tomb—
How I envy them! How I desire them, and long to abide in their home!
To mine eyes nothing sweet
Is the light of the heaven,
Nor the earth to my feet;
Such a helpmeet is riven 870
By Death from my side, and my darling to Hades the spoiler hath given.
Chorus.
Pass on thou, and hide thee
In thy chambers.
Admetus.
Ah woe!
Chorus.
Wail the griefs that betide thee:
How canst thou but so?
Admetus.
O God!
Chorus.
Thou hast passed through deep waters of
anguish—I know it, I know.
Admetus.
Alas and alas!
