Stories from the Greek Tragedians by Rev. Alfred J. Church
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in marriage, nor be with thee, comforting thee in thy travail of
children, when a mother most showeth kindness and love. And now farewell, for I die this day. And thou, too, farewell, my husband. Thou losest a true wife, and ye, too, my children, a true mother." Then Admetus made answer, "Fear not, it shall be as thou wilt. I could not find other wife fair and well born and true as thou. Never more shall I gather revellers in my palace, or crown my head with garlands, or hearken to the voice of music. Never shall I touch the harp or sing to the Libyan flute. And some cunning craftsman shall make an image fashioned like unto thee, and this I will hold in my arms and think of thee. Cold comfort indeed, yet that shall ease somewhat of the burden of my soul. But oh! that I had the voice and melody of Orpheus, for then had I gone down to Hell and persuaded the Queen thereof or her husband with my song to let thee go; nor would the watch-dog of Pluto, nor Charon that ferrieth the dead, have hindered me but that I had brought thee to the light. But do thou wait for me there, for there will I dwell with thee; and when I die they shall lay me by thy side, for never was wife so true as thou." Then said Alcestis, "Take these children as a gift from me, and be as a mother to them." "O me!" he cried, "what shall I do, being bereaved of thee?" And she said, "Time will comfort thee; the dead are as nothing." But he said, "Nay, but let me depart with thee." But the Queen made answer, "'Tis enough that I die in thy stead." |
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