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EURIPIDES.
Admetus.
Fain would'st thou, well I know. But wherefore this? 1075
It cannot be the dead to light should come.
Herakles.
O'ershoot not now the mark, but bear all bravely.
Admetus.
Easier to exhort than suffer and be strong.
Herakles.
But what thy profit, though for aye thou moan?
Admetus.
I too know this; yet love constraineth me. 1080
Herakles.
Love for the lost—ay, that draws forth the tear.
Admetus.
She hath undone me more than words can tell.
Herakles.
A good wife hast thou lost, who shall gainsay?
Admetus.
So that this man hath no more joy in life.
Herakles.
Time shall bring healing: now is thy grief young. 1085
Admetus.
Time—time?—O yea, if this thy Time be Death!
