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Semi-Chorus B
Alas! <Ah, alas!> O son of Pheres, what has your fortune become now that you are bereft of your wife! Semi-Chorus A
Oh, this calls for death by the sword and is more than enough to put one's neck in a noose hung high. Semi-Chorus B
[230] Yes, for your wife, not dear but dearest, you will this day see dead. Enter Alcestis from the palace, supported by servants, and Admetus.
Semi-Chorus A
Look, look! Here she comes out of the house, and her husband with her. Semi-Chorus B
Cry aloud, O land of Pherae, [235] weep for the noblest of all wives wasting away to Hades with fatal sickness!
Euripides. Euripides, with an English translation by David Kovacs. Cambridge. Harvard University Press. 1994.
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