CHORUS.

Alas that time is stronger than strong men,
Fate than all gods: and these are fallen on us.


ALTHAEA.

A little since and I was glad; and now
I never shall be glad or sad again.


CHORUS.

Between two joys a grief grows unaware.


ALTHAEA.

A little while and I shall laugh; and then
I shall weep never and laugh not any more.


CHORUS.

What shall be said? for words are thorns to grief.
Withhold thyself a little and fear the gods.