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The Tragedies of Euripides, Volume I.

ALCESTIS

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PHE. We ought to live with one life, not with two.
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ADM. Mayst thou then live a longer time than Jove!
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PHE. Dost curse thy parents, having met with no injustice?
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ADM. I said it, for I perceived thou lovedst a long life.
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PHE. But art not thou bearing forth this corse instead of thyself?
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ADM. A proof this, O most vile one, of thy nothingness of soul.
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PHE. She died not by us at least; thou wilt not say this.
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ADM. Alas! Oh that you may ever come to need my aid!
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PHE. Wed many wives, that more may die.
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ADM. This is a reproach to thyself, for thou wert not willing to die.
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PHE. Sweet is this light of the God, sweet is it.
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ADM. Base is thy spirit and not that of men.
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PHE. Thou dost not laugh as carrying an aged corse.
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ADM. Thou wilt surely however die inglorious, when thou diest.
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PHE. To bear an evil report is no matter to me when dead.
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ADM. Alas! alas! how full of shamelessness is old age!
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PHE. She was not shameless: her you found mad.
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ADM. Begone, and suffer me to bury this dead.
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PHE. I will depart; but you will bury her, yourself being her murderer. But you will render satisfaction to your wife's relatives yet: or surely Acastus no longer ranks among men, if he shall not revenge the blood of his sister.
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ADM. Get thee gone, then, thou and thy wife; childless, thy child yet living, as ye deserve, grow old; for ye no more come into the same house with me: and if it were necessary for me to renounce by heralds thy paternal hearth, I would renounce it. But let us (for the evil before us must be borne) proceed, that we may place the corse upon the funeral pyre.
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CHOR. O! O! unhappy because of thy bold deed, O noble, and by far most excellent, farewell! may both Mercury[39] that dwells beneath, and Pluto, kindly receive thee; but if there too any distinction is shown to the good, partaking of this mayst thou sit by the bride of Pluto.
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I have now known many guests, and from all parts of the earth that have come to the house of Admetus, to whom I have spread the feast, but never yet did I receive into this house a worse one than this stranger. Who, in the first place, indeed, though he saw my master in affliction, came in, and prevailed upon himself to pass the gates. And then not at all in a modest manner received he the entertainment that there happened to be, when he heard of the calamity: but if we did not bring any thing, he hurried us to bring it. And having taken in his hands the cup wreathed with ivy,[40] he quaffs the neat wine of the purple mother, until the fumes of the liquor coming upon him inflamed him; and he crowns his head with branches of myrtles howling discordantly; and there were two strains to hear; for he was singing, not caring at all for the afflictions of Admetus, but we the domestics, were bewailing our mistress, and we showed not that we were weeping to the guest, for thus Admetus commanded. And now indeed I am performing the offices of hospitality to the stranger in the house, some deceitful thief and robber. But she is gone from the house, nor did I follow, nor stretched out my hand in lamentation for my mistress, who was a mother to me, and to all the domestics, for she saved us from ten thousand ills, softening the anger of her husband. Do I not then justly hate this stranger, who is come in our miseries?
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HER. Ho there! why dost thou look so grave and thoughtful? The servant ought not to be of woeful countenance before guests, but should receive them with an affable mind. But thou, though thou seest a companion of thy lord present, receivest him with a morose and clouded countenance, fixing thy attention on a calamity that thou hast nothing to do with. Come hither, that thou mayst become more wise. Knowest thou mortal affairs, of what nature they are? I think not; from whence should you? but hear me. Death is a debt that all mortals must pay: and there is not of them one, who knows whether he shall live the coming morrow: for what depends on fortune is uncertain how it will turn out, and is not to be learned, neither is it detected by art. Having heard these things then, and learned them from me, make thyself merry, drink, and think the life allowed from day to day thine own, but the rest Fortune's. And honor also Venus, the most sweet of deities to mortals, for she is a kind deity. But let go these other things, and obey my words, if I appear to speak rightly: I think so indeed. Wilt thou not then leave off thy excessive grief, and drink with me, crowned with garlands, having thrown open these gates? And well know I that the trickling of the cup falling down thy throat will change thee from thy present cloudy and pent state of mind. But we who are mortals should think as mortals. Since to all the morose, indeed, and to those of sad countenance, if they take me as judge at least, life is not truly life, but misery.
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SERV. I know this; but now we are in circumstances not such as are fit for revel and mirth.
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HER. The lady that is dead is a stranger; grieve not too much, for the lords of this house live.
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SERV. What live! knowest thou not the misery within the house?
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HER. Unless thy lord hath told me any thing falsely.
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SERV. He is too, too hospitable.
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HER. Is it unmeet that I should be well treated, because a stranger is dead?
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SERV. Surely however she was very near.
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HER. Has he forborne to tell me any calamity that there is?
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SERV. Depart and farewell; we have a care for the evils of our lords.
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HER. This speech is the beginning of no foreign loss.
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SERV. For I should not, had it been foreign, have been grieved at seeing thee reveling.
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HER. What! have I received so great an injury from mine host?
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SERV. Thou camest not in a fit time for the house to receive thee, for there is grief to us, and thou seest that we are shorn, and our black garments.
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HER. But who is it that is dead? Has either any of his children died, or his aged father?
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SERV. The wife indeed of Admetus is dead, O stranger.

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The Tragedies of Euripides, Volume I., Project Gutenberg eBook #15081

THE ARGUMENT. NOTES ON ALCESTIS